Indago:3

Chapter 3

Seventeen years ago…


The firelight danced on the ceiling as Harry gazed up at it. He could feel the small kisses Draco was leaving in a trail across his stomach as they both lay nude on the soft rug in their sitting room. Harry liked these quiet times the best when they both could just be themselves, no pretences, no facades. Just them as they were.

He heard Draco growl low in his throat and then felt the small sting as Draco bit a small spot of flesh on Harry’s chest. Harry whimpered and his back arched as Draco marked him. The kisses continued on and Harry settled back down on the rug.

He didn’t think he could ever have the courage to tell Draco, but when they were at home and allowed themselves to be who, or namely, what they were, Harry gained a sense of calm and understanding. Perhaps it was the little Subicio in him, but Harry liked when Draco became puffed up and dominant. It made Harry feel safe and relaxed, not having to worry about anything while letting Draco make all the decisions for him. A lot of the time, Draco’s arrogance made Harry angry, but when they were alone like this, it made him feel good and cared for, content and… ready.

“Draco,” Harry murmured as he used the back of his hand against Draco’s bare arm in a bid for attention.

Draco licked a path up Harry’s sternum. “Yes?”

“Lustrum is coming up.”

“Have it marked on my calendar for the next two decades, pet,” Draco replied and bent back down to his kissing and licking. Harry caught him with both hands to the sides of his face.

“I don’t want to take the potion.”

Draco stopped his dive down and his eyes locked on Harry’s. “What?”

“I don’t want to take the potion, Draco. I don’t want the contraceptive.” Harry’s voice was calm and clear.

Draco stared at him for a moment. “Well, that’s unfortunate, but you will be taking it.”

Harry frowned. “But I don’t want to. I…. I want a baby.”

“Have you forgotten so soon what happened before?” Draco snapped before sitting up and glaring. Harry followed him up.

“So soon? Draco, that was five years ago! We were just kids!”

“Yes, and you nearly didn’t make it to adulthood because of it. The answer is final, Potter. No.” Without another word, Draco stood up and left the sitting room.



Harry took a gulp of his tea then looked at Draco across the breakfast table from him. “I got a letter from Molly Weasley yesterday,” he remarked casually.

“Sorry to hear it.” Draco didn’t stop reading the paper in front of him.

Harry wasn’t daunted. “Fleur just had her and Bill’s second baby. That’s brilliant, don’t you think?”

The paper was shut and the tea service rattled as Draco stood up quickly. “No, Potter.” He strode angrily out of the room. Harry sighed and drank the rest of his tea.



After a Saturday of watching a Quidditch game and having dinner out, Draco and Harry were spending some time in the sitting room. Harry had grumbled at Draco doing anything work related on the weekend, so they had compromised and Draco was now surrounded by paperwork in the sitting room and not secluded in his study, while Harry read a book he had been meaning to.

“Draco, did you know that the Garble snake actually carries its young in a sack in its mouth for up to a month?”

“Fascinating,” Draco murmured.

They both went back to their activities.

“The Tassel-Tail rabbit produces twelve babies at a time and does so on a regular six month rotation,” Harry commented a few minutes later.

“Good for it.”

After another five minutes, Harry again spoke. “The Pent Mountain Lion keeps its young with it for years. In fact, most lion prides are made up of family only. Don’t you think it’s nice to be surrounded by your family for so long?”

Draco stood up, walked over, snatched the book from Harry’s grasp, and tossed it into the flames in the fireplace. Once again he left the room.



“That’s it, Harry. What a good…” Draco’s voice ended in a cut off groan as Harry made a swallowing motion around the tip of Draco’s cock. “Merlin’s balls!”

Harry kept going, becoming more forceful as he rested on his knees in the entry hall. He had surprised Draco just as he was coming home from work, pushing the stunned blond against the wall and pulling open his husband’s trousers before Draco even knew what hit him.

Draco came not a moment later, his hands clenched in Harry’s hair and his head against the wall. Harry sat back on his heels and grinned up at Draco who was struggling to quiet his breathing.

“Bloody hell, that was good,” Draco breathed. He pulled his head up and looked down at Harry with a wide smile. “If you wanted some practice time I would have been happy to oblige.”

Harry chuckled. “I didn’t think I needed practice?” His cheeks coloured at his flirting, but he didn’t lower his eyes.

“No, I’d say you’ve become a champion cock-sucker,” Draco teased. He reached down and pulled Harry to his feet, kissing him deeply. “Getting ready for our sex holiday?” he asked with a smile.

Harry took a deep breath and looked straight into Draco’s relaxed gaze. “I want a baby.”

Draco’s eyes became cold and the smile dropped from his face. He pushed Harry away. “I expect back-handed dealing at work, Potter. I do not want them in my house,” he growled and moved to the stairs. But this time, Harry wasn’t going to let him run away. He followed right after Draco.

“Draco, please listen to me. I want this. I want this more than anything right now. I promise not to do anything even close to stupid or reckless. I’ve already arranged to move out of the poisonous room and work instead with the harmless snakes.” Harry followed Draco through their bedroom doorway. Draco threw his cloak on the bed. The sound of paper rustling got his attention and Harry held his breath.

“What the fuck is this?” Draco hissed. He picked up pamphlet after pamphlet.

Harry had been looking at all the different magical baby items that were out there. There was also information on raising a magical baby and what to do in the first few weeks of life. He had even gotten some on what to expect while expecting.

Draco flung the lot at Harry’s feet. “Get rid of it. Now,” he rasped out, his face an ugly visage of rage.

Harry desperately wanted to get out of that room, but he stuck to his plan. “Draco, I really want to have a baby,” he said calmly.

“Too fucking bad. It’s not happening!”

“It’s my life too, you know!” Harry argued. “I want a baby and since it’s me that’s going to be having it, I think I should have the final say!”

“Oh, you do, do you?” Draco asked in a dangerous tone.

“Yes. I only mentioned it so you knew what was going to happen. I won’t be taking the potion.”

“Oh, yes, you will! And if you continue to bring it up, I’ll make sure you have a strong and painful aversion to even the thought of disobeying!” Draco’s stance and expression promised violence.

His heart nearly beating out of his chest, Harry licked his lips nervously. “Draco, I’m not taking the potion.”

Draco was in front of him with his hand raised in the next moment, and Harry, engulfed in his Supero’s enraged scent, fell to his knees, hands raised to block any blows. “Please, Draco! I really want a baby! I promise I won’t die!” he shouted out desperately. Draco had never beaten him before, but Harry had known that it might come to this. His hands were knocked away and he waited for the fists.

“I’m not going through that again, Potter.”

Harry swallowed hard and slowly opened his eyes. He looked up and saw Draco, his hands clenched in rage, but his voice had been soft, nearly a whisper.

“I’m not seeing your blood on the floor or listening to you scream. I’m not going to open you up for any and all predators.”

Cautiously, Harry put his hands out and gripped Draco’s trousers. He slowly pulled himself forward and laid his cheek against Draco’s thigh. “I know you will protect me, Draco. I know I will protect myself.”

Silence reigned and Harry could see Draco’s fists clenching. The scent of anger was still prevalent, so Harry clung to Draco’s thighs, hoping that his Supero would listen to him.

“Why?”

The single word hung in the air for a moment before Harry took a deep breath and answered. “It’s time. I’m ready. I want a child. I want to have a family. I want to give you an heir to your name. I want something of ours, just ours.”

“Those are all selfish reasons, aren’t they?”

“Every wish to have a baby is selfish,” Harry answered quietly, his eyes trained on the fist nearest him. It slowly relaxed and moved to rest on Harry’s head.

“And your nightmares? What about those? You think reliving them will be fun?”

“No. But I’m all right, Draco. I can handle this. I want to do this.” Harry infused every ounce of his determination into his words.

“And if you can’t? If there are complications, am I to sit back and watch you die?” Draco asked in a harsh voice.

Harry winced at the reminder of Draco’s helplessness, probably Harry’s biggest obstacle in this argument. “I… I won’t blindly believe in my own immortality, Draco. I was a kid back then. I know now that there are some decisions that need to be made.” He rubbed his cheek against Draco’s thigh again. “I trust you now to do what’s in our best interest and not solely in your own. If anything terrible should happen, I won’t ignore you.”

“But will you do as I say?”

Taking a deep breath, Harry gambled. “I… I can’t say that I will, only because I know that you love me and would do anything to protect me, even if it’s over the top. But I promise to make any decisions with you.”

Once again, Harry listened to only silence. Finally, the hand on his head began to card through his hair and he slowly relaxed.

“Don’t you ever use sex as a tool against me, Potter,” Draco bit out.

“I won’t, Draco.”


…


Harry kicked off the covers and clawed at his throat. It was so hot! So hot! He needed air!

Rolling off the bed, he blindly moved to the window in the dark. Pushing the drapes wide and letting in the moonlight, he saw that the window was already open. With a cry of frustration, Harry pushed the water jug on the nightstand over and watched the liquid fall onto the rug. The jug rolled and crashed to the floor in a splash of crockery. But Harry couldn’t care less as he fell to his knees and let the water drip onto his face and neck, the rivulets running down his bare chest and catching in the nest of hair at his exposed groin. He opened his mouth and lapped at the water falling over the edge of the small table.

His head jerked up as he caught the scent he had been craving but hadn’t realised it just yet. He came up into a crouch, balancing on the balls of his feet, and spun toward the scent.

His Supero was coming to him. He quickly moved forward on his hands and knees until he could claw at the bare thighs. Draco came down to the floor and Harry quickly turned, wanting, needing his Supero. He presented himself and Draco swiftly moved into position behind him. With a quick move, Harry was mounted and taken.

He cried out in relief and then in pleasure as Draco’s hand found him and began to stroke him to stiffness and then to wetness. His head went down and rested on his folded arms as he was happily and thoroughly ravaged. Draco was breathing hard and Harry was whimpering in pleasure. The noise combined and drove both of them onwards.

Harry came first, more from Draco’s thrusting than from anything his hand had done. One inhalation of the pheromones that Harry filled the room with and Draco was pushing Harry flat to the rug and thrusting deep. His back arched as he lifted his chest off of Harry while bracing his hands on the floor, his buttocks clenching in a desperate bid to push as much of himself inside the Subicio. And then he fell, turning to his side and holding Harry spooned against him, their bodies still attached. They lay there quietly as both of them slowly came down from their frenzy.

“If I didn’t plant the newest Malfoy in you with that,” Draco murmured, “then prepare to be childless.”

Harry closed his eyes and smiled.