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Still Christmas
Chapter Number/Total: 3/40
Chapter Title: Still Christmas
Words: 3760 Words
Draco wasted no time in Apparating them to their bedroom. Harry's words were enough to make his heart speed up and his cock stir.
Harry closed his eyes and brought their mouths together again, pulling at Draco's robe.
Draco resumed the passionate kiss, walking them both toward the bed as he did.
Harry managed to push the robe from Draco's shoulders, but it caught on his arms. The next second, Draco was completely naked and Harry didn't even realise that he'd done the spell.
Draco gasped into Harry's mouth as the man's magic stripped him. His cock twitched both at being suddenly freed of fabric and at the caress of power.
"Yes," Harry hissed, feeling Draco's heated flesh beneath his hands. He removed his own clothes and pulled Draco completely against him, hands pressed flat against his back.
Draco sucked in a breath as he rubbed his naked skin against Harry's, every point of contact a source of pleasure.
Harry rolled his hips against Draco's grinding into him slowly. "Yes," he breathed again.
"Gods, Harry," Draco said. He had backed up far enough now so that he could feel his legs against the bed.
Harry turned suddenly and fell onto the bed on his back, pulling Draco with him. "Please, Draco," he whispered, kissing him. "Please."
Draco laughed. "So eager," he said, smiling. "How do you want it?”
"Good and up my arse," Harry groaned, running hands up and down Draco's skin. "On my back, on my knees, against the wall, fucking floating in the air for all I care. Just as long as you're fucking me."
Draco rolled off him and sat up. "Stand up," he said, smacking Harry playfully on his thigh.
Harry moaned again and quickly stumbled to his feet, wondering what Draco was going to do. He stood there, naked and erect, staring down at his husband and panting just slightly.
Draco sat on the side of the bed and Summoned his wand, using that to Summon the chair they had used before. He placed it behind Harry, smiling wickedly.
Harry raised a questioning eyebrow. "What ...?" he asked.
"Turn around, bend over, grab the arms of the chair and spread your legs," Draco instructed.
Harry's heart began racing in his chest, his cock bobbing. He turned slowly and bent to grab the chair, spreading his legs wide and putting himself on display. He looked over his shoulder, his eyes dark, and stared at Draco. "Want it?" he asked huskily, moving his hips and arse in a slow, sort of circular motion.
"Prat," Draco sneered, slapping his lover's arse.
Harry gasped and bit his lip. Oh, fuck, yes, he thought. He's in that kind of mood.
"Such a pervert," Draco teased. He laid a series of smacks on those lovely cheeks.
Harry gripped the arms of the chair tightly, still biting his lip and smirking now as Draco smacked his arse. "Fuck," he growled, squeezing his hands even tighter.
"Such a beautiful arse." Draco grinned, his own cock twitching as he spanked his lover. He stopped and caressed the warm, reddened flesh.
"Mmmm," Harry moaned, his skin feeling hot where Draco touched.
Draco concentrated, shifting the Warming Charm in his silver hand so that it was colder. He slid the cool metal over his husband’s abraded skin.
Harry gasped quietly at the sudden change in sensation, shivering at the touch.
Draco hummed happily, alternating his warm flesh and his cool silver hand across Harry's arse, thighs, and back.
"Mmm," Harry moaned again, still shivering at the feeling of coolness on his skin. Merlin! The simple things that Draco could make so fucking hot were so fucking amazing.
Draco sat forward more on the edge of the bed so he could rub his face against the warm flesh of Harry's arse. "So hot, so beautiful," he whispered, nipping softly.
Harry whimpered, his arse cheeks clenching as he felt Draco's face there. He let his head drop, resting it against the back of the chair while still gripping it for dear life with his hands.
"Yes, I know you like this," Draco purred against his lover's arse, continuing to nip, lick and kiss the soft flesh. He closed his eyes, resetting the temperature of his hand to match his body. He cupped a cheek in each hand and spread Harry, licking and kissing again.
Harry's breath sped up. He didn't like it, he loved it! There was barely anything hotter to him than Draco between his legs like he was (well, besides being between Draco's legs himself). There was just something so dirty and hot about it. Merlin, it was so fucking hot. It made Harry want to scream.
Draco did his best to lick and suck as noisily as he could, loving the effect this had on Harry. He worked down his crack to his entrance. Then he pointed his tongue and began to massage that tight muscle with the tip.
Harry arched and moaned and tried not to push against Draco. It was always very hard to hold himself back. "Merlin, Draco, fuck," he whimpered, his fingers rigid and his muscles taut.
"Mmm," Draco responded, and then pushed his tongue into the centre, his hands tightening on Harry's arse cheeks.
Harry moaned loudly and attempted to spread his legs wider, hissing through clenched teeth. He could think of absolutely nothing else but Draco's tongue.
Draco pushed his tongue deeper, wiggling and thrusting as he did. He shuddered as Harry moaned and writhed. It was so amazingly hot that he could do this to him.
Harry gasped and panted, having to push back just a little bit. "Merlin, Draco," he whispered. "Oh, fuck." His cock was so fucking hard and his heart was pounding madly. "Draco. So good, Draco." He could never say his name enough.
Tongue fucking Harry was incredible. Draco loved the scent and taste, the feel of Harry's body shuddering with each small movement and amidst it all, Harry's magic crackling with his arousal. His husband was practically chanting his name. Draco pushed hard, straining to see if his tongue was long enough to do what he wanted, wiggling and stretching to reach the spot.
Harry cried out as Draco's tongue went further inside him. He felt dizzy from the sensation of it all. Merlin, Harry didn't want Draco to stop, but that wonderful muscle of his just wasn't long enough. He wanted more of him, all of him, everything Draco could give him. "Please," he begged. "Please, more!"
Draco growled in frustration, plunging his tongue in a few more times and then withdrawing. "Oh, you are so wet and open," he said, with a smirk. "I bet I could just slide my cock right in."
"Fuck me, please!" Harry groaned, Draco's voice and words making his cock twitch. "Oh, fuck, please!"
Draco chuckled deeply, enjoying Harry begging for him. He cast the Lube Spell, adding the oil to the saliva and then slicked his own cock. "Harry, reach up and hold on to the bed frame," he said as he put hands on both of Harry's hips and began to guide him back. "I want you to sit on me from this angle," he explained.
How the hell was Draco so calm? Harry felt like he was going to jump out of his skin if he wasn't fucked soon. He looked over his shoulder and let out a quiet whimper at the sight of the man who was about to fuck him. He reached up and grabbed the frame like Draco had said, somehow feeling more open and vulnerable this way, but so turned on he thought he might come the moment Draco entered him.
Draco was trembling with his need for Harry and amazed by the sight of him spread over him like he was. The blond took his cock in his right hand, angling it to enter his lover while he placed his silver hand on the other man's hip, guiding him.
Harry sank down slowly, his neck arched as he felt the head of Draco's cock breach him. He closed his eyes tightly and continued his descent, taking all of Draco inside of him and moaning and whimpering the entire way down. He sat panting in Draco's lap, hands still gripping the strong wood above him as his chest heaved.
"Fantastic," Draco gasped. With Harry's legs spread on either side of his and sitting back like that, he was pressed down so tight that Draco had to struggle not to come from the sensation. He smoothed his hands up, wrapping arms around Harry and resting his face against Harry's back. "My love, you are so beautiful," he gasped, feeling physically and emotionally overwhelmed.
Harry's face, neck and chest were flushed and his heart fluttered with Draco's words and the feeling of being held by him. He lifted himself up a bit and rocked against Draco, crying out at the feeling of being so fucking gloriously full.
"Inside you," Draco whispered. "So deep inside you." He slid his right hand down his lover's belly, caressing flesh and soft hair until he came to Harry's cock. Draco wrapped his fingers around the shaft so that when Harry moved, he would be fucking himself on Draco's cock and sliding in his hand.
Harry gasped and cried out louder. "Inside me," he repeated, lifting himself again. The feelings and sensations were so good, he felt like squirming almost.
"Yes, love," Draco encouraged. "Ride me, feel me deep inside you." He slid his silver hand down to that spot above Harry's navel, emphasising the double meaning.
Harry turned his head to look slightly over his shoulder with half-lidded eyes as he moved against Draco, feeling like the most loved man on the planet. His husband's hands on his skin were so hot against him and it only made everything feel that much better. He smiled at Draco's words, knowing how truly inside him he was.
Draco smiled at Harry, those green eyes half-shut in pleasure made him groan even more as Harry rode him.
Harry couldn't hold back any longer, no matter how much he wanted this to last. And when Draco's cock brushed that spot inside of him, a powerful shock of pleasure shot through him and he arched his back, coming in powerful spurts in Draco's hand, clenching and convulsing around his cock.
Draco shuddered, filling his lover with his seed as Harry's orgasm rocked them both - magic and pleasure radiating out and through the blond. "Harry," he gasped, holding him tight.
It was all Harry could do to hold onto the frame tightly. He felt if he let go he would collapse. He smiled blissfully at the feel of Draco's arms around him, holding him securely, and he shuddered and let out a tiny moan at the sound of his name leaving Draco's lips.
"I've got you," Draco murmured against Harry's shoulder, kissing the skin there. He moved his now slick hand up onto Harry's belly, feeling that pulsing energy inside. At the same time, he slid his silver hand up to his chest, holding Harry tight against his own body.
Harry let his arms slip from above and let Draco hold him, sliding hands to rest where Draco's were. "You've got me," he whispered.
"Yes," Draco sighed, his face still pressed against Harry's back. He didn't understand why, but he was crying again. Silent tears ran down his cheeks as he held his husband close.
Harry closed his eyes and felt Draco's heart beating against his back and there was nothing more important to him. "Yours," he whispered, laying his left hand over Draco's now so that their rings touched.
"Yes, mine," Draco said, rubbing his face against Harry's back.
Harry could have stayed like that in Draco's arms forever, completely surrounded by him. He could feel the wetness on his back from Draco's tears and, for some reason, he wasn't surprised that he was crying. He felt like crying himself, although he was a bit confused as to what the reason for that was.
"Do you want to lie down?" Draco asked, sniffling a bit.
"I want you to hold me," Harry answered, not caring whether they stayed like they were, stood up, or laid down. As long as Draco was wrapped tightly around him.
Draco sighed and kissed his skin again. "Let's get in bed and hold each other," he said.
Harry nodded, shifting and wincing a bit when he managed to turn slightly in Draco's arms, causing him to slip from him.
Draco gasped as Harry moved but managed to recover enough to lean in for a quick kiss. "Now get that sexy arse under the covers," he teased.
Harry smiled softly and nodded again, moving off of Draco's lap and onto the bed, pulling Draco along by his hand.
Draco allowed himself to be led into the soft comfort of their bed. He smiled at the warmth of Harry's body pressed against him.
Harry reached a hand out and wiped the slight wetness from Draco's cheeks gently, leaning in to kiss him with just as gentle a touch.
"I cry too much," Draco said softly after Harry had kissed him.
Harry shook his head. "No one can cry too much," he said.
Draco sighed. "Didn't they get mad at you when you cried when you were a child?" he asked. "I was told it was a great weakness."
"They mostly laughed at me," Harry said quietly. "I cried alone most of the time. They ignored me, didn't care if I was weak or not."
Draco frowned. "Father said he would beat it out of me," he said. "It never seemed to work."
"That's what Uncle Vernon said about magic," Harry said quietly, moving closer to Draco.
"Well, I guess beating didn't work on either of us," Draco said quietly. "Harry, I don't want to beat our child."
"No," Harry said, hugging Draco. "Never."
"Good," Draco said, relieved. "Does it bother you? Him being dead?"
Harry thought for a moment. "I ... didn't want him dead, but I'm not going to pretend that I'll miss him. It doesn't ... bother me exactly, but I wish they'd left them alone. It bothers me that they did it at all, not that he's dead."
Draco was quiet, thinking about it. "It's ... confusing," Draco whispered. "I miss Father. And yet, I don't feel ... bad that he is dead. That I killed him. Then I feel bad for not feeling bad."
Harry frowned. He didn't know what to say to that. There was such a hatred in himself for Lucius Malfoy, that he didn't understand how Draco could feel that way. "Why do you miss him?" he asked quietly.
Draco frowned. "Because I loved him, I guess," he said. "I always thought that if I did what he wanted he would love me more - that he would be proud of me."
"What - what he did to you wasn't right," Harry said, "but ... I suppose I can ... understand what you mean." He took a very long pause. "I don't want to do that to our child either," he said.
"No," Draco said. "I want to love our child even if he doesn't do things perfect or the way we think he should."
Harry nodded. "Me too," he said. "I want him to be ... him. Not us."
"Do you think he will feel weird, having two fathers and no mother?" Draco asked.
"I don't know," Harry said, frowning slightly. "Do you think that there's something we can't do for him?"
"Breast feed?" Draco wrinkled his forehead up. "At least, I don’t think so."
"Oh, Merlin," Harry said, looking horrified. "If I grow tits I'll be fucking pissed off."
Draco continued to frown. "That's just ... very odd," he said. "The idea of a big belly does not bother me, yet breasts on you would certainly not work."
Harry made a face. "I should certainly think not," he said.
"Maybe we should find a book on pregnancy and see what usually happens," Draco said thoughtfully. "And then we can figure out what is happening with you and what isn't. It might tell us more about how this will work."
Harry sighed. "We should do something," he said. "I'm already what ... a month pregnant?" It still sounded odd to say that.
"Yes," Draco said, his hand reaching again to rest on Harry's stomach. "I wonder if he will grow the same speed as normal. He obviously is getting food from you, because he gets hungry when you don't eat."
"I have no idea," Harry said. "I don't know how anything's working in there."
Draco smiled. "Well, it definitely is working," he said, and then leaned in to kiss Harry again.
Harry smiled against Draco's lips, trailing fingers up his side to rest in his hair. He pulled back a bit, still smiling. "We'll be good fathers," he said. "I know it."
"You make me feel like I could be anything I wanted," Draco smiled, "even a good father."
Harry snorted quietly. "You'll probably be better than me," he said.
Draco snorted at the idea and pulled his husband into another long, lingering kiss.
***
Harry led Draco back downstairs by the hand, having insisted upon walking instead of Apparation, just to delay the return to reality that tiny little bit. He entered the sitting room to see a few people milling about. The twins, Ginny, Luna, Mrs Weasley, Bill and Fleur.
He didn't really know what to say to any of them. What does one say after such a night?
"Hear anything new since this morning?" asked Fred from the sofa.
Draco shrugged. "We took a nap," he said, colouring slightly. "But last we heard, they were still trying to figure out which homes had been hit and checking on everyone. Anyone looked at the Prophet count recently?"
Fred shook his head no, but Ginny bit her lip and looked at the floor for a second.
"It's up to 64 now," she said.
Harry sighed very quietly and closed his eyes for a moment.
"Merlin," said George sadly, all of the life that usually shown on his face gone.
Draco gestured for folks to sit and took a seat on the sofa, pulling gently at Harry's hand to suggest he sit too. "They found and exploited one of our weaknesses," he said, "so we need to fix that."
Harry dropped onto the couch next to Draco and sighed again. He nodded along with the others. "I'm sure there'll be an Order meeting very soon," he said. "Once this mess is cleaned up, there can't be anymore ... well, I don't want to say slacking, but we really have to get moving. Getting out there, getting supporters, getting new members, all of that."
"I agree," Draco said, "which means you need to call a meeting for tomorrow."
Harry nodded again. "All right. I'll let Remus and Mr Weasley know today and we can set it up."
"Cheers, Harry," said Fred seriously.
"Last night's attacks will divide our world in two," Draco said. "No more bystanders. Everyone will choose a side. You can't be neutral when they murder children in their beds."
"It will be hard," Bill spoke up. "Voldemort uses whatever means to get followers. Blackmail, threats, bribes, even the Imperious Curse if he needs to."
"Which is why we've got to fight harder than him," said Harry determinedly. "We've already got Hagrid continuing work with the giants and Remus working with some of the werewolves. We need to inform people better than the Ministry has."
"We can help with that, Harry," said Fred, indicating himself and his twin. "With the shop and all."
"Harry," Draco said, "it is time to use that spotlight you hate. It's time for you to give another interview to the Daily Prophet."
Harry turned his head to look at Draco. "What do I tell them? Would they print anything accurate?"
"Harry, I'd say it's worth a shot," said Ginny. "Whatever it takes, right?"
"We can plan it," Draco said, "like we did for the wedding. Use that same strategy, only this time, change the topic."
Harry nodded. "All right," he said finally. "Then we can set that up too."
"Where are Ron and Hermione?" Draco asked, looking around.
"I think Hermione went to talk to him," said Ginny. "Or at least that's what she said she was going to do, although I don't know when she was going to. I haven't seen him much today."
"He's very upset," said Mrs Weasley quietly.
"He thinks he should have been able to save Hermione's father," said George, just as quiet as his mother.
"It's not his fault," said Harry, frowning. "There were loads of people there."
Draco sighed. He had his share of regrets and no doubt that they would all have more than their share before this was over.
"You know Ron," said Bill.
Harry sighed and nodded.
"Plus, it's Hermione," said Ginny. "It makes it worse."
"Where's her mum?" asked Harry.
"Either still with her, or she took her up to your aunt," said Ginny.
"I don't know if she'd let her in."
Draco nodded, holding Harry's hand and thinking about the ways in which their lives would change because of today. "It is still Christmas," he said quietly, "and I know it is inadequate, but I would like to encourage everyone to stay for dinner and, if they are willing, open their presents."
Mrs Weasley gave Draco a small, slightly sad smile. "That sounds lovely, dear," she said.
Harry gave him a similar smile and kissed his cheek gently.
Chapter Title: Still Christmas
Words: 3760 Words
Draco wasted no time in Apparating them to their bedroom. Harry's words were enough to make his heart speed up and his cock stir.
Harry closed his eyes and brought their mouths together again, pulling at Draco's robe.
Draco resumed the passionate kiss, walking them both toward the bed as he did.
Harry managed to push the robe from Draco's shoulders, but it caught on his arms. The next second, Draco was completely naked and Harry didn't even realise that he'd done the spell.
Draco gasped into Harry's mouth as the man's magic stripped him. His cock twitched both at being suddenly freed of fabric and at the caress of power.
"Yes," Harry hissed, feeling Draco's heated flesh beneath his hands. He removed his own clothes and pulled Draco completely against him, hands pressed flat against his back.
Draco sucked in a breath as he rubbed his naked skin against Harry's, every point of contact a source of pleasure.
Harry rolled his hips against Draco's grinding into him slowly. "Yes," he breathed again.
"Gods, Harry," Draco said. He had backed up far enough now so that he could feel his legs against the bed.
Harry turned suddenly and fell onto the bed on his back, pulling Draco with him. "Please, Draco," he whispered, kissing him. "Please."
Draco laughed. "So eager," he said, smiling. "How do you want it?”
"Good and up my arse," Harry groaned, running hands up and down Draco's skin. "On my back, on my knees, against the wall, fucking floating in the air for all I care. Just as long as you're fucking me."
Draco rolled off him and sat up. "Stand up," he said, smacking Harry playfully on his thigh.
Harry moaned again and quickly stumbled to his feet, wondering what Draco was going to do. He stood there, naked and erect, staring down at his husband and panting just slightly.
Draco sat on the side of the bed and Summoned his wand, using that to Summon the chair they had used before. He placed it behind Harry, smiling wickedly.
Harry raised a questioning eyebrow. "What ...?" he asked.
"Turn around, bend over, grab the arms of the chair and spread your legs," Draco instructed.
Harry's heart began racing in his chest, his cock bobbing. He turned slowly and bent to grab the chair, spreading his legs wide and putting himself on display. He looked over his shoulder, his eyes dark, and stared at Draco. "Want it?" he asked huskily, moving his hips and arse in a slow, sort of circular motion.
"Prat," Draco sneered, slapping his lover's arse.
Harry gasped and bit his lip. Oh, fuck, yes, he thought. He's in that kind of mood.
"Such a pervert," Draco teased. He laid a series of smacks on those lovely cheeks.
Harry gripped the arms of the chair tightly, still biting his lip and smirking now as Draco smacked his arse. "Fuck," he growled, squeezing his hands even tighter.
"Such a beautiful arse." Draco grinned, his own cock twitching as he spanked his lover. He stopped and caressed the warm, reddened flesh.
"Mmmm," Harry moaned, his skin feeling hot where Draco touched.
Draco concentrated, shifting the Warming Charm in his silver hand so that it was colder. He slid the cool metal over his husband’s abraded skin.
Harry gasped quietly at the sudden change in sensation, shivering at the touch.
Draco hummed happily, alternating his warm flesh and his cool silver hand across Harry's arse, thighs, and back.
"Mmm," Harry moaned again, still shivering at the feeling of coolness on his skin. Merlin! The simple things that Draco could make so fucking hot were so fucking amazing.
Draco sat forward more on the edge of the bed so he could rub his face against the warm flesh of Harry's arse. "So hot, so beautiful," he whispered, nipping softly.
Harry whimpered, his arse cheeks clenching as he felt Draco's face there. He let his head drop, resting it against the back of the chair while still gripping it for dear life with his hands.
"Yes, I know you like this," Draco purred against his lover's arse, continuing to nip, lick and kiss the soft flesh. He closed his eyes, resetting the temperature of his hand to match his body. He cupped a cheek in each hand and spread Harry, licking and kissing again.
Harry's breath sped up. He didn't like it, he loved it! There was barely anything hotter to him than Draco between his legs like he was (well, besides being between Draco's legs himself). There was just something so dirty and hot about it. Merlin, it was so fucking hot. It made Harry want to scream.
Draco did his best to lick and suck as noisily as he could, loving the effect this had on Harry. He worked down his crack to his entrance. Then he pointed his tongue and began to massage that tight muscle with the tip.
Harry arched and moaned and tried not to push against Draco. It was always very hard to hold himself back. "Merlin, Draco, fuck," he whimpered, his fingers rigid and his muscles taut.
"Mmm," Draco responded, and then pushed his tongue into the centre, his hands tightening on Harry's arse cheeks.
Harry moaned loudly and attempted to spread his legs wider, hissing through clenched teeth. He could think of absolutely nothing else but Draco's tongue.
Draco pushed his tongue deeper, wiggling and thrusting as he did. He shuddered as Harry moaned and writhed. It was so amazingly hot that he could do this to him.
Harry gasped and panted, having to push back just a little bit. "Merlin, Draco," he whispered. "Oh, fuck." His cock was so fucking hard and his heart was pounding madly. "Draco. So good, Draco." He could never say his name enough.
Tongue fucking Harry was incredible. Draco loved the scent and taste, the feel of Harry's body shuddering with each small movement and amidst it all, Harry's magic crackling with his arousal. His husband was practically chanting his name. Draco pushed hard, straining to see if his tongue was long enough to do what he wanted, wiggling and stretching to reach the spot.
Harry cried out as Draco's tongue went further inside him. He felt dizzy from the sensation of it all. Merlin, Harry didn't want Draco to stop, but that wonderful muscle of his just wasn't long enough. He wanted more of him, all of him, everything Draco could give him. "Please," he begged. "Please, more!"
Draco growled in frustration, plunging his tongue in a few more times and then withdrawing. "Oh, you are so wet and open," he said, with a smirk. "I bet I could just slide my cock right in."
"Fuck me, please!" Harry groaned, Draco's voice and words making his cock twitch. "Oh, fuck, please!"
Draco chuckled deeply, enjoying Harry begging for him. He cast the Lube Spell, adding the oil to the saliva and then slicked his own cock. "Harry, reach up and hold on to the bed frame," he said as he put hands on both of Harry's hips and began to guide him back. "I want you to sit on me from this angle," he explained.
How the hell was Draco so calm? Harry felt like he was going to jump out of his skin if he wasn't fucked soon. He looked over his shoulder and let out a quiet whimper at the sight of the man who was about to fuck him. He reached up and grabbed the frame like Draco had said, somehow feeling more open and vulnerable this way, but so turned on he thought he might come the moment Draco entered him.
Draco was trembling with his need for Harry and amazed by the sight of him spread over him like he was. The blond took his cock in his right hand, angling it to enter his lover while he placed his silver hand on the other man's hip, guiding him.
Harry sank down slowly, his neck arched as he felt the head of Draco's cock breach him. He closed his eyes tightly and continued his descent, taking all of Draco inside of him and moaning and whimpering the entire way down. He sat panting in Draco's lap, hands still gripping the strong wood above him as his chest heaved.
"Fantastic," Draco gasped. With Harry's legs spread on either side of his and sitting back like that, he was pressed down so tight that Draco had to struggle not to come from the sensation. He smoothed his hands up, wrapping arms around Harry and resting his face against Harry's back. "My love, you are so beautiful," he gasped, feeling physically and emotionally overwhelmed.
Harry's face, neck and chest were flushed and his heart fluttered with Draco's words and the feeling of being held by him. He lifted himself up a bit and rocked against Draco, crying out at the feeling of being so fucking gloriously full.
"Inside you," Draco whispered. "So deep inside you." He slid his right hand down his lover's belly, caressing flesh and soft hair until he came to Harry's cock. Draco wrapped his fingers around the shaft so that when Harry moved, he would be fucking himself on Draco's cock and sliding in his hand.
Harry gasped and cried out louder. "Inside me," he repeated, lifting himself again. The feelings and sensations were so good, he felt like squirming almost.
"Yes, love," Draco encouraged. "Ride me, feel me deep inside you." He slid his silver hand down to that spot above Harry's navel, emphasising the double meaning.
Harry turned his head to look slightly over his shoulder with half-lidded eyes as he moved against Draco, feeling like the most loved man on the planet. His husband's hands on his skin were so hot against him and it only made everything feel that much better. He smiled at Draco's words, knowing how truly inside him he was.
Draco smiled at Harry, those green eyes half-shut in pleasure made him groan even more as Harry rode him.
Harry couldn't hold back any longer, no matter how much he wanted this to last. And when Draco's cock brushed that spot inside of him, a powerful shock of pleasure shot through him and he arched his back, coming in powerful spurts in Draco's hand, clenching and convulsing around his cock.
Draco shuddered, filling his lover with his seed as Harry's orgasm rocked them both - magic and pleasure radiating out and through the blond. "Harry," he gasped, holding him tight.
It was all Harry could do to hold onto the frame tightly. He felt if he let go he would collapse. He smiled blissfully at the feel of Draco's arms around him, holding him securely, and he shuddered and let out a tiny moan at the sound of his name leaving Draco's lips.
"I've got you," Draco murmured against Harry's shoulder, kissing the skin there. He moved his now slick hand up onto Harry's belly, feeling that pulsing energy inside. At the same time, he slid his silver hand up to his chest, holding Harry tight against his own body.
Harry let his arms slip from above and let Draco hold him, sliding hands to rest where Draco's were. "You've got me," he whispered.
"Yes," Draco sighed, his face still pressed against Harry's back. He didn't understand why, but he was crying again. Silent tears ran down his cheeks as he held his husband close.
Harry closed his eyes and felt Draco's heart beating against his back and there was nothing more important to him. "Yours," he whispered, laying his left hand over Draco's now so that their rings touched.
"Yes, mine," Draco said, rubbing his face against Harry's back.
Harry could have stayed like that in Draco's arms forever, completely surrounded by him. He could feel the wetness on his back from Draco's tears and, for some reason, he wasn't surprised that he was crying. He felt like crying himself, although he was a bit confused as to what the reason for that was.
"Do you want to lie down?" Draco asked, sniffling a bit.
"I want you to hold me," Harry answered, not caring whether they stayed like they were, stood up, or laid down. As long as Draco was wrapped tightly around him.
Draco sighed and kissed his skin again. "Let's get in bed and hold each other," he said.
Harry nodded, shifting and wincing a bit when he managed to turn slightly in Draco's arms, causing him to slip from him.
Draco gasped as Harry moved but managed to recover enough to lean in for a quick kiss. "Now get that sexy arse under the covers," he teased.
Harry smiled softly and nodded again, moving off of Draco's lap and onto the bed, pulling Draco along by his hand.
Draco allowed himself to be led into the soft comfort of their bed. He smiled at the warmth of Harry's body pressed against him.
Harry reached a hand out and wiped the slight wetness from Draco's cheeks gently, leaning in to kiss him with just as gentle a touch.
"I cry too much," Draco said softly after Harry had kissed him.
Harry shook his head. "No one can cry too much," he said.
Draco sighed. "Didn't they get mad at you when you cried when you were a child?" he asked. "I was told it was a great weakness."
"They mostly laughed at me," Harry said quietly. "I cried alone most of the time. They ignored me, didn't care if I was weak or not."
Draco frowned. "Father said he would beat it out of me," he said. "It never seemed to work."
"That's what Uncle Vernon said about magic," Harry said quietly, moving closer to Draco.
"Well, I guess beating didn't work on either of us," Draco said quietly. "Harry, I don't want to beat our child."
"No," Harry said, hugging Draco. "Never."
"Good," Draco said, relieved. "Does it bother you? Him being dead?"
Harry thought for a moment. "I ... didn't want him dead, but I'm not going to pretend that I'll miss him. It doesn't ... bother me exactly, but I wish they'd left them alone. It bothers me that they did it at all, not that he's dead."
Draco was quiet, thinking about it. "It's ... confusing," Draco whispered. "I miss Father. And yet, I don't feel ... bad that he is dead. That I killed him. Then I feel bad for not feeling bad."
Harry frowned. He didn't know what to say to that. There was such a hatred in himself for Lucius Malfoy, that he didn't understand how Draco could feel that way. "Why do you miss him?" he asked quietly.
Draco frowned. "Because I loved him, I guess," he said. "I always thought that if I did what he wanted he would love me more - that he would be proud of me."
"What - what he did to you wasn't right," Harry said, "but ... I suppose I can ... understand what you mean." He took a very long pause. "I don't want to do that to our child either," he said.
"No," Draco said. "I want to love our child even if he doesn't do things perfect or the way we think he should."
Harry nodded. "Me too," he said. "I want him to be ... him. Not us."
"Do you think he will feel weird, having two fathers and no mother?" Draco asked.
"I don't know," Harry said, frowning slightly. "Do you think that there's something we can't do for him?"
"Breast feed?" Draco wrinkled his forehead up. "At least, I don’t think so."
"Oh, Merlin," Harry said, looking horrified. "If I grow tits I'll be fucking pissed off."
Draco continued to frown. "That's just ... very odd," he said. "The idea of a big belly does not bother me, yet breasts on you would certainly not work."
Harry made a face. "I should certainly think not," he said.
"Maybe we should find a book on pregnancy and see what usually happens," Draco said thoughtfully. "And then we can figure out what is happening with you and what isn't. It might tell us more about how this will work."
Harry sighed. "We should do something," he said. "I'm already what ... a month pregnant?" It still sounded odd to say that.
"Yes," Draco said, his hand reaching again to rest on Harry's stomach. "I wonder if he will grow the same speed as normal. He obviously is getting food from you, because he gets hungry when you don't eat."
"I have no idea," Harry said. "I don't know how anything's working in there."
Draco smiled. "Well, it definitely is working," he said, and then leaned in to kiss Harry again.
Harry smiled against Draco's lips, trailing fingers up his side to rest in his hair. He pulled back a bit, still smiling. "We'll be good fathers," he said. "I know it."
"You make me feel like I could be anything I wanted," Draco smiled, "even a good father."
Harry snorted quietly. "You'll probably be better than me," he said.
Draco snorted at the idea and pulled his husband into another long, lingering kiss.
***
Harry led Draco back downstairs by the hand, having insisted upon walking instead of Apparation, just to delay the return to reality that tiny little bit. He entered the sitting room to see a few people milling about. The twins, Ginny, Luna, Mrs Weasley, Bill and Fleur.
He didn't really know what to say to any of them. What does one say after such a night?
"Hear anything new since this morning?" asked Fred from the sofa.
Draco shrugged. "We took a nap," he said, colouring slightly. "But last we heard, they were still trying to figure out which homes had been hit and checking on everyone. Anyone looked at the Prophet count recently?"
Fred shook his head no, but Ginny bit her lip and looked at the floor for a second.
"It's up to 64 now," she said.
Harry sighed very quietly and closed his eyes for a moment.
"Merlin," said George sadly, all of the life that usually shown on his face gone.
Draco gestured for folks to sit and took a seat on the sofa, pulling gently at Harry's hand to suggest he sit too. "They found and exploited one of our weaknesses," he said, "so we need to fix that."
Harry dropped onto the couch next to Draco and sighed again. He nodded along with the others. "I'm sure there'll be an Order meeting very soon," he said. "Once this mess is cleaned up, there can't be anymore ... well, I don't want to say slacking, but we really have to get moving. Getting out there, getting supporters, getting new members, all of that."
"I agree," Draco said, "which means you need to call a meeting for tomorrow."
Harry nodded again. "All right. I'll let Remus and Mr Weasley know today and we can set it up."
"Cheers, Harry," said Fred seriously.
"Last night's attacks will divide our world in two," Draco said. "No more bystanders. Everyone will choose a side. You can't be neutral when they murder children in their beds."
"It will be hard," Bill spoke up. "Voldemort uses whatever means to get followers. Blackmail, threats, bribes, even the Imperious Curse if he needs to."
"Which is why we've got to fight harder than him," said Harry determinedly. "We've already got Hagrid continuing work with the giants and Remus working with some of the werewolves. We need to inform people better than the Ministry has."
"We can help with that, Harry," said Fred, indicating himself and his twin. "With the shop and all."
"Harry," Draco said, "it is time to use that spotlight you hate. It's time for you to give another interview to the Daily Prophet."
Harry turned his head to look at Draco. "What do I tell them? Would they print anything accurate?"
"Harry, I'd say it's worth a shot," said Ginny. "Whatever it takes, right?"
"We can plan it," Draco said, "like we did for the wedding. Use that same strategy, only this time, change the topic."
Harry nodded. "All right," he said finally. "Then we can set that up too."
"Where are Ron and Hermione?" Draco asked, looking around.
"I think Hermione went to talk to him," said Ginny. "Or at least that's what she said she was going to do, although I don't know when she was going to. I haven't seen him much today."
"He's very upset," said Mrs Weasley quietly.
"He thinks he should have been able to save Hermione's father," said George, just as quiet as his mother.
"It's not his fault," said Harry, frowning. "There were loads of people there."
Draco sighed. He had his share of regrets and no doubt that they would all have more than their share before this was over.
"You know Ron," said Bill.
Harry sighed and nodded.
"Plus, it's Hermione," said Ginny. "It makes it worse."
"Where's her mum?" asked Harry.
"Either still with her, or she took her up to your aunt," said Ginny.
"I don't know if she'd let her in."
Draco nodded, holding Harry's hand and thinking about the ways in which their lives would change because of today. "It is still Christmas," he said quietly, "and I know it is inadequate, but I would like to encourage everyone to stay for dinner and, if they are willing, open their presents."
Mrs Weasley gave Draco a small, slightly sad smile. "That sounds lovely, dear," she said.
Harry gave him a similar smile and kissed his cheek gently.