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But How?
Chapter Number/Total: 35/49
Chapter Title: But How?
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Harry was lying in bed awake. It was early morning and he was staring up at the canopy of his and Draco's bed, his hands on his stomach. Was he really going to be a father? Was he really pregnant? It seemed like something out of some weird dream, and yet, there he was. And, God, he was scared, for so many reasons. He was wondering about a lot of things now that he thought of it. Almost too many to say aloud.
He turned his head to look at Draco still sleeping and smiled softly at him. A part of that wonderful man really was inside Harry now.
Draco's hair had fallen into his face, he huffed, blowing at the soft strand that tickled his nose.
Harry's smile grew and he reached over to move the hair from Draco's face gently.
"Mmm?" Draco hummed at the feel of Harry's fingers on his face. He opened sleepy grey eyes and smiled when he saw Harry looking back at him. "Morning," he whispered.
"Morning," Harry whispered back, returning his hand to lay with his other on his belly.
Draco smiled and lay his hand on top of Harry's. "How long have you been awake?" he asked.
Harry shrugged lightly. "'Bout a half-hour," he said.
Draco nodded, watching his lover. "How do you feel?" he asked.
Harry shrugged again "Normal," he said. "I can't tell the difference."
"Still such a small thing," Draco said, smiling, "but definitely alive."
Harry smiled too and waited a few seconds before asking, "How do you feel?"
Draco smirked. "Honestly?"
Harry snorted. "Of course," he said.
Draco blushed, looking down at their hands on Harry's belly. "What is a man who keeps being given everything he ever wanted supposed to feel?"
Harry smiled. "You aren't scared?" he asked.
"Nothing I wasn't scared of yesterday," he said, "and maybe even less of that as well." He made a strange smile at that.
Harry looked at Draco curiously. "What do you mean by that?" he asked.
"Well, my hero," Draco smirked, "you are less likely to run foolishly into unnecessary danger if you know it will endanger our child."
"Ah," Harry said with a sigh. "I thought you might say that."
Draco chuckled. "Am I getting predictable?"
Harry snorted. "No," he said. "Only with some things."
Draco's expression turned serious. "With being willing to do what it takes to protect my husband and, now, my child? Good, because I want you to know that you can depend on me."
"I know I can," Harry told him. He was silent again for a few seconds. "I'm a little afraid of what will happen to me," he said quietly, finally.
"What are you afraid of?" Draco asked quietly.
"How will it ... come out?" Harry asked, wincing. He knew it should probably be the thing he was least worried about, and there were things that worried him more, but this was definitely up there.
Draco's eyes widened. He thought about saying he didn't know but didn't think that would go over very well. "I am sure we have time to figure that out," he said. "Whatever magic put you in this situation is bound to help with that part, too."
Harry took a deep breath and nodded. "What if I'm crap at being a dad?" he asked next. "I don't know anything about babies."
"But we know people who do know about babies," Draco said. "Like Mrs. Weasley. I am sure she will be delighted to teach us."
Harry nodded again. "What about your mum? What will she think? What did she even think about us getting married?"
Draco laughed. "I think this might actually help with her. Do you know what she said to me that day?"
Harry shook his head no.
"She called me her selfish little dragon." He smiled. "It's something she used to say about me when I was young. It meant that when I really wanted something I didn't stop until I got it."
Harry smiled again. "I suppose that is true," he said, looking up at the canopy again and at the H he knew was there, even though he couldn't see it without his glasses on.
Draco smiled happily at him. "I never thought it possible to have what I really wanted. You. After that, anything seems possible."
"Anything is possible apparently," Harry said, raising his eyebrows and patting his stomach.
"When you are involved, at least." Draco said, grinning. "I am almost afraid to admit how much I want this."
"A baby?" Harry asked, smiling.
"A baby with you," Draco said. "A part of both of us. As long as he or she has your eyes."
Harry grinned. "What will it look like?" he asked, trying to picture himself with Draco's nose or Draco with his eyes.
Draco shrugged. "What do you want him to look like?" he said and smirked.
"Him?" Harry asked. "If it's a him ... I don't know ... I suppose I want him to have my eyes if you do."
"I would love a girl too," Draco said, "but I think I would be more comfortable with a boy."
"Yes, probably," Harry said. "We've both been boys before." He laughed quietly. "I never thought I would be having this conversation."
Draco's eyes sparkled. "Lay back," he said.
Harry did, settling in amongst the pillows.
Draco moved down so that his head was near Harry's stomach. "Move your hands," he whispered, looking intently at that place.
Harry slid his hands up so that they were resting on his chest instead of his belly.
Draco sighed, closing his eyes and lying his head on Harry's belly. He cheek was pressed against that spot and his heart sped up at the sensation.
Harry breathed slowly and evenly, smiling down at Draco. "What do you feel?" he asked.
"Mmm" Draco hummed. "It's hard to explain. I can only use metaphors to describe magic that I sense. Like I see your magic as green fire. But this is different."
Harry nodded and simply lay there, letting Draco feel their child. Their baby. Their baby. He smiled gently again. "I didn't think we'd ever become parents so young," he said quietly and laughed just as quietly. "We've not even been together a year yet and we're married and going to have a baby." He sounded a bit in awe, as if he couldn't believe it, and really, he couldn't.
Draco opened his eyes, looking up at Harry. He smiled and kissed his belly.
Harry smiled down at him and sighed. "We move quickly, don't we?"
"I think it would seem that way to you," Draco said quietly. "For me, well, six years of wanting doesn't seem such a short time."
"Yes, I know," Harry said, running fingers through Draco's hair. "Wow," he said after a few moments. "Wow, I just - I can't believe this. It's mad! But I think ... I think I'm happy."
"I know I am." Draco smiled, nuzzling the skin and hair on Harry's belly.
Harry sighed at the feeling of Draco touching him and continued sifting fingers though his soft hair, just feeling Draco and thinking. There were other questions he had, more serious ones, but he didn't want to ruin the mood. "I wasn't kidding when I said I would probably spoil a child," he said, smiling.
Draco snorted. Then after a moment, he looked serious. "I know you will be a good father, Harry," he said quietly.
"I hope so," Harry said softly, thinking of his own childhood and knowing, even then, that he would want to give everything he'd not had to his own baby. "I hope we can do it right." But then he really thought about it and realised that there was no way he and Draco wouldn't be able to.
Draco felt conflicted. He wanted to promise not to be anything like his own father. But he didn't know what that meant. And he didn't want to bring up a painful topic when Harry was so happy.
"Will I need to go to a Healer?" Harry asked eventually. "How will they know what to do? Has this ever happened before?"
"I ... I don't know," Draco said. "I will find out."
"That's what I'm most nervous about," Harry said. "Besides, well, besides ... Voldemort, but I don't want to talk about him right now."
Draco nodded, lifting his head up and beginning to kiss and lick Harry's belly, moving down.
Harry grinned and raised an eyebrow at Draco, watching him.
Draco nuzzled the soft hair just above Harry's cock, enjoying the thick softness of it.
"Mmm," Harry let out with a soft sigh, feeling the pleasant, warm feeling of arousal flooding his lower abdomen.
Draco inhaled the scent of his lover, rubbing his face against his half-hard cock and smiling as it twitched.
Harry's hand was resting gently on the back of Draco's head and he continued to stare down at him, his breathing picking up a little now.
Draco crawled over Harry's leg, lying down between them and continuing to rub his face against his lover's cock and the soft skin of his balls.
"Mmm," Harry sighed again, his cock twitching once more. "Draco," he whispered.
"Yes," Draco answered, sucking the soft skin of Harry's balls into his mouth.
Harry bit his lip and closed his eyes, arching the tiniest bit. "Feels good," he said, voice low and slow sounding.
"Mmhmm," Draco hummed against those sensitive organs, licking and sucking at them.
Harry gasped, the hand in Draco's hair tightening just a tad, his other running slow patterns and stripes up the skin of his own chest and stomach.
"Lift your legs and spread them," Draco said, his voice husky.
Harry's face and neck flushed almost immediately with heat. A shiver of pleasure went through him and he reached with both hands to grasp his own legs and spread them wide open.
"Oh, Gods, you are beautiful," Draco whispered, and then lowered his face, licking the flesh below Harry's balls.
Harry closed his eyes again as his heart beat faster and his breath came quicker. "Oh, Draco," he breathed, his cock hardening even further.
The sound of his name said by Harry in that breathless voice was always one of the sexiest things Draco had ever heard. His own cock was hard now as he continued to lick and suck downward, enjoying the trembling in Harry's body.
Harry knew what was coming and his nails bit into the skin of his legs as he attempted to grip them tighter and pull them further apart. He wanted to be as open for Draco as he could, always wanted to be.
Draco lay flat on the bed, his face pressed against Harry as his mouth reached Harry's entrance, he ran the tip of his tongue around that soft, tight hole.
"Yes," Harry whispered, trembling. "Merlin, yes."
"Mmm," Draco hummed, hands coming up to rest on the lovely flesh of Harry's arse, holding him spread as Draco's mouth sealed over his lover's opening and he swirled his tongue against it.
"Oh, God," Harry gasped, his toes curling in the air. His thighs quivered and he was panting now.
He loved reducing his lover to panting and sobbing like this. Harry was spread like a feast for Draco as he sucked and bit and licked at him. Then he pressed the point of his tongue into the more relaxed muscle, feeling the softer flesh just inside.
Harry made a strangled noise and gasped again, gritting his teeth and tossing his head a few times. "Draco, so good," he whimpered.
Draco's eyes were closed, his hands holding Harry's arse and his tongue fucking him. He was lost to the taste, scent, feel and sound of him. He hummed against him, feeling the ripple of magic as Harry's desire rose.
Harry's muscles tightened around Draco's tongue, almost as if trying to pull it in further. "Please," he begged now. "Draco, please!"
Draco pressed his tongue deeper and faster, fucking him with his tongue and loving the sound of him begging.
Harry let out a groan that was half of pleasure and half of frustration. "Please!" he cried again. He wasn't even really sure what he was begging for. He only knew he wanted more.
Draco slid his tongue out, licking against that puckered opening again. Harry was so open for him. Draco pushed himself up and slid forward until his hips pressed against Harry's thighs. He held out his hand to Harry. "Lube Spell?"
Harry released one of his legs and passed his hand over Draco's. He wasn't surprised when the spell worked for him again. Everything always seemed to work better when he was in this state of mind.
Draco smiled as the jolt of magic went right to his cock. He brought his slick hand down to his own hard cock and coated himself. Then he pressed forward against Harry, that slick, open entrance ready for him. He looked up at Harry. "Want me inside you?" He smiled.
"Yes!" Harry gasped. "Please, Draco, yes!" His chest was heaving and he could think of nothing other than wanting Draco's cock in him.
Draco slid forward in one smooth stroke, burying himself inside his husband. "Oh, yes," he gasped, shuddering as he felt himself surrounded.
Harry wrapped his legs around Draco and pulled him closer. ""Ohhh, fuck me please," he breathed, opening his eyes just a crack to look at Draco.
"Yes, my love," Draco whispered, his cock thrumming with the wet heat and magic of him. He leaned forward, bracing himself on his silver hand and flexing his hips back. Then he slid forward again, setting a smooth rhythm that took him deep with each thrust.
Harry cried out and moaned as sparks and waves of pleasure shot up his spine and through him. He pressed his hands to Draco's skin, his chest, his back, trying to touch every part of him that he could.
Draco watched Harry's face through half-closed eyes as he fucked him. He never tired of this. He loved being inside him and he loved Harry inside himself. It always felt so right, so complete. "Harry, I love you," he whispered. "Since I first met you ... I wanted you."
Harry gasped and cupped Draco's face as his entire body was rocked with his thrusts. "I love you," he whispered, panting still. "More ... than ... anything."
Draco wrapped slick fingers around Harry's cock and began to stroke him in time with his thrusts. "Yes, inside you, part of you," he chanted.
Draco's statement was truer than it had ever been. "Inside me," Harry repeated, gasping again at the feeling of Draco's hand on his cock. "Part of me!"
"Mine," Draco gasped again, panting as he could feel his orgasm building.
"Yours!" Harry answered, throwing his head back and shouting things he couldn't understand, even if they did come from his own mouth. He came in hot spurts between their bodies and over Draco's hand, shuddering and gasping for breath, his hand clutching Draco's back for dear life.
Harry's orgasm always brought Draco's, warm come on his hands, body tightening around his cock and magic flowing over his skin and up his spine. Draco's come filled his lover as he moaned, thrusting deep inside.
Harry's eyes were still open, but just barely. He panted, holding Draco close and feeling like someone was going to have to pry him from his fingers in that moment. "Merlin, I love you so much," he said.
A look of absolute contentment on his face, Draco smiled happily at his husband as he slid his slick hand up from Harry's spent cock, swirling his fingers in the come on his lover's belly and pressing a hand over that place again, feeling that new magic under his flesh.
Harry sighed happily and gave Draco a squeeze with both his arms and legs.
"I think he likes the magic," Draco whispered, focusing on feelings he couldn't explain. It felt good to share them with Harry. His family had known about his talent, of course, but few others.
"I'm sure he'll get plenty," Harry said, smiling, his face lit up with emotion.
***
Things were sort of quiet during "research time" that day. Harry was still completely caught up in the fact that he was pregnant and didn't have much room in his mind to think of anything else. Ron seemed a tad uncomfortable and Hermione was antsy. She'd opened her mouth several times now before closing it and throwing Harry quick glances.
Harry was staring at the floor, still trying to work out how it was really even possible, and when he looked up, he saw Hermione staring at him yet again. He sighed. "Hermione, what do you want? Out with it."
She huffed a bit and pursed her lips - for a second. "Well, I - I don't want to intrude or anything, and I don't really know if you want to talk about your being, well, pregnant ...."
Ron winced.
She continued. "But I just ... I mean ... I'm curious about this. Very curious. You are a man carrying a baby. I know we talked a little about it when you found out, but I really just want to try to understand it better."
Harry raised his eyebrows. "I know as much as you," he said. "Probably less, since I see that you've been reading up on Magical Architecture and how it can affect things." He nodded toward the book in her hands.
Draco looked up from the book he was reading, arching an eyebrow. "I've been looking through books on fertility magic," he admitted, "but nothing so far about a man getting pregnant."
"Well, didn't you say that it had something to do with the Manor?" Hermione said. "You said the Manor was pushing the both of you to ... have intercourse."
Harry flushed a bit, but was actually pretty interested as well to know how he had gotten into the state he was in.
"Is it really called intercourse if it's fucking up the arse?" Draco asked with a grin.
Harry's eyes widened and his flush deepened considerably.
Ron, apparently, found this an appropriate time to cough loudly.
Hermione flushed, too. "Well - I - I didn't want to say that," she spluttered.
"Why not?" Draco said. "Because if we are going to talk about how a man is pregnant, there are some basics here that really do not map on the normal ways."
Hermione sighed, still pink. "Okay, well, fine," she said. "It was pushing you both to have sex then."
Ron coughed again.
Harry resisted a groan of embarrassment.
Draco laughed at his husband's discomfort. "The texts on sex magic explain it as an exchange of personal magical energy. Bodily fluids contain part of the essence of the person and their magic."
"So, obviously, this child was made mostly from magic, as with a woman you need, well, the egg and the sperm," Hermione said. "That sort of thing. Harry doesn't have any eggs."
"I don't have anything a woman has," Harry said, still red. "I'm perfectly male and ... pregnant."
"But he does have seed and so do I," Draco said. "So, if it is somehow possible to make a man pregnant, why wouldn't it be possible for the magic to combine the seed of two men?"
"Well ..." Hermione began slowly, raising her eyebrows, "there are chromosomes. A female's eggs are all X chromosomes. A male's sperm is both X and Y and two Xs make a girl and an X and a Y make a boy, so how would you even determine the sex if ... well, actually, I suppose if Harry gave an X it would have to have worked ... And there's also DNA and, well, everything else, and all of that takes a little more than a bit of mixed semen to make."
Harry was now even more confused than he had been before.
Draco's eyes narrowed and he frowned. "What are you talking about, Granger? What do letters have to do with the act of creating a child?"
Hermione looked confusedly at Draco for a moment. "What do you mean ...." But then her eyes widened in understanding. "Oh, that's right," she said. "You wouldn't know, would you?"
"I know where babies come from," Draco sneered. "And I know a fair bit about bloodlines and breeding."
"Well, there's no need to get snippy," Hermione said, raising her chin a bit. "I didn't say you don't know where they come from. I was talking about, well, Muggles, I suppose. I've never studied pregnancy from a wizard's point of view. I'm sure it's fascinating."
"So Muggles have babies differently?" Draco asked, frowning.
"Of course not," said Hermione. "They just have a different way of looking at certain things. You do know about sperm and eggs, right? And I'm not asking because I assume you don't know. I just want to know what the differences are."
"The man's seed combines with the essences of the woman in her body," Draco drawled in the tone of someone reciting from memory.
"Well, yes," said Hermione. "And both the egg and the sperm contain what will become the DNA of the baby. You know, blood type, eye colour, hair colour. All kinds of things like that. I suppose I just don't understand how anything combined. A woman gets pregnant when the egg in her uterus is fertilised by the sperm from the male. How did your seed even combine? I mean ... where you were ... well ... Harry's sperm isn't ... in the back."
Harry covered his face and wondered if he could slip out of the room.
Ron made a strange type of noise that was sort of like that of a squashed bird as he squawked and tried to hold it in at the same time.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him.
Draco flushed a bit, but grinned at Harry. "Well, he did give me some of his first," he laughed.
Harry shook his head, face still covered.
"So, you think you magically transferred both yours and Harry's seed into him?" Hermione asked.
"Well, I'm thirsty," said Ron quickly, slapping his hands to his knees and then getting to his feet. He left the room, ignoring the fact that he could've had a house-elf bring him something.
Hermione shook her head at him and then gestured for Draco to answer her question.
Draco shook his head and grinned. "I don't know how any of this is possible. But then how does Tonks change the shape of her face? We use Transfiguration to change living things into non-living things and vice versa."
"Well, that's true," said Hermione. "But this obviously isn't the norm. There are other men who have sex and they're not getting pregnant."
"And no one else has survived the Killing Curse, except Harry 'The Boy Who Lived' Potter," Draco said.
Harry sighed. "So basically, we can't explain this any better than: Harry has weird magic and the Manor does, too. It resulted in a baby by throwing Draco somewhere in there and now Harry's pregnant." Harry's voice sounded increasingly hysterical by the end of this statement.
Draco rolled his eyes and shook his head. "So let's not talk about eggs and letters. Let's focus on what we do know here. First, we know that Harry has a form of Wild Magic. What does it mean to say he has Wild Magic? It means that his magic doesn't always need a spell to work. It seems to react very strongly to his emotions and desires." The blond smiled, taking a breath before continuing. "The Malfoy Manor has Ancestral Magic designed to further the Malfoy blood line and keep this place an active focus of magical energy. But the circumstances are more complicated than that. The magics of this place didn't start working on the two of us until Father died."
"Because you were his heir and then you needed one," said Hermione. "I suppose it makes sense that it would push you both together right away."
"Yes," Draco said. "At that point, I became the only living member of the Malfoy bloodline. And I was already magically bonded to Harry and therefore not eligible to marry anyone else. The Manor's magic may have recognised in Harry the potential to create a Malfoy heir."
"So you said it pushed you together a few times," said Hermione. "First when your father died, then at the wedding, and then when you actually got Harry pregnant. Why did it put you together at the wedding?"
"Great Rite," Draco said with a smirk.
Harry looked up, confused. "But I thought we did that already," he said.
"We did it with one Body-Bound witness of no relation to us," Draco said. "But why did we still want a ceremony in front of our friends and family if we were already married?"
"Well, because we wanted to show everyone how much we love each other - or at least, that's why I wanted one," said Harry.
"Since most of those people know us already and how we feel about each other, what is the significance of the ceremony then? Isn't it to witness and therefore consecrate the vows we took?" Draco prompted.
Harry shrugged a bit. "Well, I guess," he said. "But I didn't plan on ... well, what happened."
"Yes." Draco grinned. "Apparently the Manor's magic wanted the more complete version of the ritual."
"Well, why did it lock people inside?" Harry asked. "Remember?"
"I think it wanted to make sure that everyone was there through the entire rite," Draco said. "Notice that it released them when we were done."
Harry nodded. "So all of this has to do with my magic and the Manor knowing that it could be used to make a baby?"
Draco shrugged but grinned. "I think it was trying to find a way to make an heir from the start," he said. "Then there was that Daily Prophet interview that got us thinking about it. That's when things seem to change direction again."
"Us wanting children," Harry said quietly. "What did it do? Take that as the go ahead?"
"I think you saying you wanted a baby somehow got your magic involved," Draco said.
Harry shook his head and placed a hand on his belly. "My mouth seems to get me in quite a bit of trouble," he said with a small smile.
Draco snorted. "In more ways than I ever thought possible."
Harry rolled his eyes but was still smiling.
"Well, I suppose that's as close to an explanation we're going to get," said Hermione with a sigh, though she was smiling a bit at Draco's comment, too. "I suppose your magic will take care of everything, Harry, even if we don't know how it's working."
The blond walked over and kissed the top of Harry's head. "See, even Hermione agrees with me," he said.
Chapter Title: But How?
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Harry was lying in bed awake. It was early morning and he was staring up at the canopy of his and Draco's bed, his hands on his stomach. Was he really going to be a father? Was he really pregnant? It seemed like something out of some weird dream, and yet, there he was. And, God, he was scared, for so many reasons. He was wondering about a lot of things now that he thought of it. Almost too many to say aloud.
He turned his head to look at Draco still sleeping and smiled softly at him. A part of that wonderful man really was inside Harry now.
Draco's hair had fallen into his face, he huffed, blowing at the soft strand that tickled his nose.
Harry's smile grew and he reached over to move the hair from Draco's face gently.
"Mmm?" Draco hummed at the feel of Harry's fingers on his face. He opened sleepy grey eyes and smiled when he saw Harry looking back at him. "Morning," he whispered.
"Morning," Harry whispered back, returning his hand to lay with his other on his belly.
Draco smiled and lay his hand on top of Harry's. "How long have you been awake?" he asked.
Harry shrugged lightly. "'Bout a half-hour," he said.
Draco nodded, watching his lover. "How do you feel?" he asked.
Harry shrugged again "Normal," he said. "I can't tell the difference."
"Still such a small thing," Draco said, smiling, "but definitely alive."
Harry smiled too and waited a few seconds before asking, "How do you feel?"
Draco smirked. "Honestly?"
Harry snorted. "Of course," he said.
Draco blushed, looking down at their hands on Harry's belly. "What is a man who keeps being given everything he ever wanted supposed to feel?"
Harry smiled. "You aren't scared?" he asked.
"Nothing I wasn't scared of yesterday," he said, "and maybe even less of that as well." He made a strange smile at that.
Harry looked at Draco curiously. "What do you mean by that?" he asked.
"Well, my hero," Draco smirked, "you are less likely to run foolishly into unnecessary danger if you know it will endanger our child."
"Ah," Harry said with a sigh. "I thought you might say that."
Draco chuckled. "Am I getting predictable?"
Harry snorted. "No," he said. "Only with some things."
Draco's expression turned serious. "With being willing to do what it takes to protect my husband and, now, my child? Good, because I want you to know that you can depend on me."
"I know I can," Harry told him. He was silent again for a few seconds. "I'm a little afraid of what will happen to me," he said quietly, finally.
"What are you afraid of?" Draco asked quietly.
"How will it ... come out?" Harry asked, wincing. He knew it should probably be the thing he was least worried about, and there were things that worried him more, but this was definitely up there.
Draco's eyes widened. He thought about saying he didn't know but didn't think that would go over very well. "I am sure we have time to figure that out," he said. "Whatever magic put you in this situation is bound to help with that part, too."
Harry took a deep breath and nodded. "What if I'm crap at being a dad?" he asked next. "I don't know anything about babies."
"But we know people who do know about babies," Draco said. "Like Mrs. Weasley. I am sure she will be delighted to teach us."
Harry nodded again. "What about your mum? What will she think? What did she even think about us getting married?"
Draco laughed. "I think this might actually help with her. Do you know what she said to me that day?"
Harry shook his head no.
"She called me her selfish little dragon." He smiled. "It's something she used to say about me when I was young. It meant that when I really wanted something I didn't stop until I got it."
Harry smiled again. "I suppose that is true," he said, looking up at the canopy again and at the H he knew was there, even though he couldn't see it without his glasses on.
Draco smiled happily at him. "I never thought it possible to have what I really wanted. You. After that, anything seems possible."
"Anything is possible apparently," Harry said, raising his eyebrows and patting his stomach.
"When you are involved, at least." Draco said, grinning. "I am almost afraid to admit how much I want this."
"A baby?" Harry asked, smiling.
"A baby with you," Draco said. "A part of both of us. As long as he or she has your eyes."
Harry grinned. "What will it look like?" he asked, trying to picture himself with Draco's nose or Draco with his eyes.
Draco shrugged. "What do you want him to look like?" he said and smirked.
"Him?" Harry asked. "If it's a him ... I don't know ... I suppose I want him to have my eyes if you do."
"I would love a girl too," Draco said, "but I think I would be more comfortable with a boy."
"Yes, probably," Harry said. "We've both been boys before." He laughed quietly. "I never thought I would be having this conversation."
Draco's eyes sparkled. "Lay back," he said.
Harry did, settling in amongst the pillows.
Draco moved down so that his head was near Harry's stomach. "Move your hands," he whispered, looking intently at that place.
Harry slid his hands up so that they were resting on his chest instead of his belly.
Draco sighed, closing his eyes and lying his head on Harry's belly. He cheek was pressed against that spot and his heart sped up at the sensation.
Harry breathed slowly and evenly, smiling down at Draco. "What do you feel?" he asked.
"Mmm" Draco hummed. "It's hard to explain. I can only use metaphors to describe magic that I sense. Like I see your magic as green fire. But this is different."
Harry nodded and simply lay there, letting Draco feel their child. Their baby. Their baby. He smiled gently again. "I didn't think we'd ever become parents so young," he said quietly and laughed just as quietly. "We've not even been together a year yet and we're married and going to have a baby." He sounded a bit in awe, as if he couldn't believe it, and really, he couldn't.
Draco opened his eyes, looking up at Harry. He smiled and kissed his belly.
Harry smiled down at him and sighed. "We move quickly, don't we?"
"I think it would seem that way to you," Draco said quietly. "For me, well, six years of wanting doesn't seem such a short time."
"Yes, I know," Harry said, running fingers through Draco's hair. "Wow," he said after a few moments. "Wow, I just - I can't believe this. It's mad! But I think ... I think I'm happy."
"I know I am." Draco smiled, nuzzling the skin and hair on Harry's belly.
Harry sighed at the feeling of Draco touching him and continued sifting fingers though his soft hair, just feeling Draco and thinking. There were other questions he had, more serious ones, but he didn't want to ruin the mood. "I wasn't kidding when I said I would probably spoil a child," he said, smiling.
Draco snorted. Then after a moment, he looked serious. "I know you will be a good father, Harry," he said quietly.
"I hope so," Harry said softly, thinking of his own childhood and knowing, even then, that he would want to give everything he'd not had to his own baby. "I hope we can do it right." But then he really thought about it and realised that there was no way he and Draco wouldn't be able to.
Draco felt conflicted. He wanted to promise not to be anything like his own father. But he didn't know what that meant. And he didn't want to bring up a painful topic when Harry was so happy.
"Will I need to go to a Healer?" Harry asked eventually. "How will they know what to do? Has this ever happened before?"
"I ... I don't know," Draco said. "I will find out."
"That's what I'm most nervous about," Harry said. "Besides, well, besides ... Voldemort, but I don't want to talk about him right now."
Draco nodded, lifting his head up and beginning to kiss and lick Harry's belly, moving down.
Harry grinned and raised an eyebrow at Draco, watching him.
Draco nuzzled the soft hair just above Harry's cock, enjoying the thick softness of it.
"Mmm," Harry let out with a soft sigh, feeling the pleasant, warm feeling of arousal flooding his lower abdomen.
Draco inhaled the scent of his lover, rubbing his face against his half-hard cock and smiling as it twitched.
Harry's hand was resting gently on the back of Draco's head and he continued to stare down at him, his breathing picking up a little now.
Draco crawled over Harry's leg, lying down between them and continuing to rub his face against his lover's cock and the soft skin of his balls.
"Mmm," Harry sighed again, his cock twitching once more. "Draco," he whispered.
"Yes," Draco answered, sucking the soft skin of Harry's balls into his mouth.
Harry bit his lip and closed his eyes, arching the tiniest bit. "Feels good," he said, voice low and slow sounding.
"Mmhmm," Draco hummed against those sensitive organs, licking and sucking at them.
Harry gasped, the hand in Draco's hair tightening just a tad, his other running slow patterns and stripes up the skin of his own chest and stomach.
"Lift your legs and spread them," Draco said, his voice husky.
Harry's face and neck flushed almost immediately with heat. A shiver of pleasure went through him and he reached with both hands to grasp his own legs and spread them wide open.
"Oh, Gods, you are beautiful," Draco whispered, and then lowered his face, licking the flesh below Harry's balls.
Harry closed his eyes again as his heart beat faster and his breath came quicker. "Oh, Draco," he breathed, his cock hardening even further.
The sound of his name said by Harry in that breathless voice was always one of the sexiest things Draco had ever heard. His own cock was hard now as he continued to lick and suck downward, enjoying the trembling in Harry's body.
Harry knew what was coming and his nails bit into the skin of his legs as he attempted to grip them tighter and pull them further apart. He wanted to be as open for Draco as he could, always wanted to be.
Draco lay flat on the bed, his face pressed against Harry as his mouth reached Harry's entrance, he ran the tip of his tongue around that soft, tight hole.
"Yes," Harry whispered, trembling. "Merlin, yes."
"Mmm," Draco hummed, hands coming up to rest on the lovely flesh of Harry's arse, holding him spread as Draco's mouth sealed over his lover's opening and he swirled his tongue against it.
"Oh, God," Harry gasped, his toes curling in the air. His thighs quivered and he was panting now.
He loved reducing his lover to panting and sobbing like this. Harry was spread like a feast for Draco as he sucked and bit and licked at him. Then he pressed the point of his tongue into the more relaxed muscle, feeling the softer flesh just inside.
Harry made a strangled noise and gasped again, gritting his teeth and tossing his head a few times. "Draco, so good," he whimpered.
Draco's eyes were closed, his hands holding Harry's arse and his tongue fucking him. He was lost to the taste, scent, feel and sound of him. He hummed against him, feeling the ripple of magic as Harry's desire rose.
Harry's muscles tightened around Draco's tongue, almost as if trying to pull it in further. "Please," he begged now. "Draco, please!"
Draco pressed his tongue deeper and faster, fucking him with his tongue and loving the sound of him begging.
Harry let out a groan that was half of pleasure and half of frustration. "Please!" he cried again. He wasn't even really sure what he was begging for. He only knew he wanted more.
Draco slid his tongue out, licking against that puckered opening again. Harry was so open for him. Draco pushed himself up and slid forward until his hips pressed against Harry's thighs. He held out his hand to Harry. "Lube Spell?"
Harry released one of his legs and passed his hand over Draco's. He wasn't surprised when the spell worked for him again. Everything always seemed to work better when he was in this state of mind.
Draco smiled as the jolt of magic went right to his cock. He brought his slick hand down to his own hard cock and coated himself. Then he pressed forward against Harry, that slick, open entrance ready for him. He looked up at Harry. "Want me inside you?" He smiled.
"Yes!" Harry gasped. "Please, Draco, yes!" His chest was heaving and he could think of nothing other than wanting Draco's cock in him.
Draco slid forward in one smooth stroke, burying himself inside his husband. "Oh, yes," he gasped, shuddering as he felt himself surrounded.
Harry wrapped his legs around Draco and pulled him closer. ""Ohhh, fuck me please," he breathed, opening his eyes just a crack to look at Draco.
"Yes, my love," Draco whispered, his cock thrumming with the wet heat and magic of him. He leaned forward, bracing himself on his silver hand and flexing his hips back. Then he slid forward again, setting a smooth rhythm that took him deep with each thrust.
Harry cried out and moaned as sparks and waves of pleasure shot up his spine and through him. He pressed his hands to Draco's skin, his chest, his back, trying to touch every part of him that he could.
Draco watched Harry's face through half-closed eyes as he fucked him. He never tired of this. He loved being inside him and he loved Harry inside himself. It always felt so right, so complete. "Harry, I love you," he whispered. "Since I first met you ... I wanted you."
Harry gasped and cupped Draco's face as his entire body was rocked with his thrusts. "I love you," he whispered, panting still. "More ... than ... anything."
Draco wrapped slick fingers around Harry's cock and began to stroke him in time with his thrusts. "Yes, inside you, part of you," he chanted.
Draco's statement was truer than it had ever been. "Inside me," Harry repeated, gasping again at the feeling of Draco's hand on his cock. "Part of me!"
"Mine," Draco gasped again, panting as he could feel his orgasm building.
"Yours!" Harry answered, throwing his head back and shouting things he couldn't understand, even if they did come from his own mouth. He came in hot spurts between their bodies and over Draco's hand, shuddering and gasping for breath, his hand clutching Draco's back for dear life.
Harry's orgasm always brought Draco's, warm come on his hands, body tightening around his cock and magic flowing over his skin and up his spine. Draco's come filled his lover as he moaned, thrusting deep inside.
Harry's eyes were still open, but just barely. He panted, holding Draco close and feeling like someone was going to have to pry him from his fingers in that moment. "Merlin, I love you so much," he said.
A look of absolute contentment on his face, Draco smiled happily at his husband as he slid his slick hand up from Harry's spent cock, swirling his fingers in the come on his lover's belly and pressing a hand over that place again, feeling that new magic under his flesh.
Harry sighed happily and gave Draco a squeeze with both his arms and legs.
"I think he likes the magic," Draco whispered, focusing on feelings he couldn't explain. It felt good to share them with Harry. His family had known about his talent, of course, but few others.
"I'm sure he'll get plenty," Harry said, smiling, his face lit up with emotion.
***
Things were sort of quiet during "research time" that day. Harry was still completely caught up in the fact that he was pregnant and didn't have much room in his mind to think of anything else. Ron seemed a tad uncomfortable and Hermione was antsy. She'd opened her mouth several times now before closing it and throwing Harry quick glances.
Harry was staring at the floor, still trying to work out how it was really even possible, and when he looked up, he saw Hermione staring at him yet again. He sighed. "Hermione, what do you want? Out with it."
She huffed a bit and pursed her lips - for a second. "Well, I - I don't want to intrude or anything, and I don't really know if you want to talk about your being, well, pregnant ...."
Ron winced.
She continued. "But I just ... I mean ... I'm curious about this. Very curious. You are a man carrying a baby. I know we talked a little about it when you found out, but I really just want to try to understand it better."
Harry raised his eyebrows. "I know as much as you," he said. "Probably less, since I see that you've been reading up on Magical Architecture and how it can affect things." He nodded toward the book in her hands.
Draco looked up from the book he was reading, arching an eyebrow. "I've been looking through books on fertility magic," he admitted, "but nothing so far about a man getting pregnant."
"Well, didn't you say that it had something to do with the Manor?" Hermione said. "You said the Manor was pushing the both of you to ... have intercourse."
Harry flushed a bit, but was actually pretty interested as well to know how he had gotten into the state he was in.
"Is it really called intercourse if it's fucking up the arse?" Draco asked with a grin.
Harry's eyes widened and his flush deepened considerably.
Ron, apparently, found this an appropriate time to cough loudly.
Hermione flushed, too. "Well - I - I didn't want to say that," she spluttered.
"Why not?" Draco said. "Because if we are going to talk about how a man is pregnant, there are some basics here that really do not map on the normal ways."
Hermione sighed, still pink. "Okay, well, fine," she said. "It was pushing you both to have sex then."
Ron coughed again.
Harry resisted a groan of embarrassment.
Draco laughed at his husband's discomfort. "The texts on sex magic explain it as an exchange of personal magical energy. Bodily fluids contain part of the essence of the person and their magic."
"So, obviously, this child was made mostly from magic, as with a woman you need, well, the egg and the sperm," Hermione said. "That sort of thing. Harry doesn't have any eggs."
"I don't have anything a woman has," Harry said, still red. "I'm perfectly male and ... pregnant."
"But he does have seed and so do I," Draco said. "So, if it is somehow possible to make a man pregnant, why wouldn't it be possible for the magic to combine the seed of two men?"
"Well ..." Hermione began slowly, raising her eyebrows, "there are chromosomes. A female's eggs are all X chromosomes. A male's sperm is both X and Y and two Xs make a girl and an X and a Y make a boy, so how would you even determine the sex if ... well, actually, I suppose if Harry gave an X it would have to have worked ... And there's also DNA and, well, everything else, and all of that takes a little more than a bit of mixed semen to make."
Harry was now even more confused than he had been before.
Draco's eyes narrowed and he frowned. "What are you talking about, Granger? What do letters have to do with the act of creating a child?"
Hermione looked confusedly at Draco for a moment. "What do you mean ...." But then her eyes widened in understanding. "Oh, that's right," she said. "You wouldn't know, would you?"
"I know where babies come from," Draco sneered. "And I know a fair bit about bloodlines and breeding."
"Well, there's no need to get snippy," Hermione said, raising her chin a bit. "I didn't say you don't know where they come from. I was talking about, well, Muggles, I suppose. I've never studied pregnancy from a wizard's point of view. I'm sure it's fascinating."
"So Muggles have babies differently?" Draco asked, frowning.
"Of course not," said Hermione. "They just have a different way of looking at certain things. You do know about sperm and eggs, right? And I'm not asking because I assume you don't know. I just want to know what the differences are."
"The man's seed combines with the essences of the woman in her body," Draco drawled in the tone of someone reciting from memory.
"Well, yes," said Hermione. "And both the egg and the sperm contain what will become the DNA of the baby. You know, blood type, eye colour, hair colour. All kinds of things like that. I suppose I just don't understand how anything combined. A woman gets pregnant when the egg in her uterus is fertilised by the sperm from the male. How did your seed even combine? I mean ... where you were ... well ... Harry's sperm isn't ... in the back."
Harry covered his face and wondered if he could slip out of the room.
Ron made a strange type of noise that was sort of like that of a squashed bird as he squawked and tried to hold it in at the same time.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him.
Draco flushed a bit, but grinned at Harry. "Well, he did give me some of his first," he laughed.
Harry shook his head, face still covered.
"So, you think you magically transferred both yours and Harry's seed into him?" Hermione asked.
"Well, I'm thirsty," said Ron quickly, slapping his hands to his knees and then getting to his feet. He left the room, ignoring the fact that he could've had a house-elf bring him something.
Hermione shook her head at him and then gestured for Draco to answer her question.
Draco shook his head and grinned. "I don't know how any of this is possible. But then how does Tonks change the shape of her face? We use Transfiguration to change living things into non-living things and vice versa."
"Well, that's true," said Hermione. "But this obviously isn't the norm. There are other men who have sex and they're not getting pregnant."
"And no one else has survived the Killing Curse, except Harry 'The Boy Who Lived' Potter," Draco said.
Harry sighed. "So basically, we can't explain this any better than: Harry has weird magic and the Manor does, too. It resulted in a baby by throwing Draco somewhere in there and now Harry's pregnant." Harry's voice sounded increasingly hysterical by the end of this statement.
Draco rolled his eyes and shook his head. "So let's not talk about eggs and letters. Let's focus on what we do know here. First, we know that Harry has a form of Wild Magic. What does it mean to say he has Wild Magic? It means that his magic doesn't always need a spell to work. It seems to react very strongly to his emotions and desires." The blond smiled, taking a breath before continuing. "The Malfoy Manor has Ancestral Magic designed to further the Malfoy blood line and keep this place an active focus of magical energy. But the circumstances are more complicated than that. The magics of this place didn't start working on the two of us until Father died."
"Because you were his heir and then you needed one," said Hermione. "I suppose it makes sense that it would push you both together right away."
"Yes," Draco said. "At that point, I became the only living member of the Malfoy bloodline. And I was already magically bonded to Harry and therefore not eligible to marry anyone else. The Manor's magic may have recognised in Harry the potential to create a Malfoy heir."
"So you said it pushed you together a few times," said Hermione. "First when your father died, then at the wedding, and then when you actually got Harry pregnant. Why did it put you together at the wedding?"
"Great Rite," Draco said with a smirk.
Harry looked up, confused. "But I thought we did that already," he said.
"We did it with one Body-Bound witness of no relation to us," Draco said. "But why did we still want a ceremony in front of our friends and family if we were already married?"
"Well, because we wanted to show everyone how much we love each other - or at least, that's why I wanted one," said Harry.
"Since most of those people know us already and how we feel about each other, what is the significance of the ceremony then? Isn't it to witness and therefore consecrate the vows we took?" Draco prompted.
Harry shrugged a bit. "Well, I guess," he said. "But I didn't plan on ... well, what happened."
"Yes." Draco grinned. "Apparently the Manor's magic wanted the more complete version of the ritual."
"Well, why did it lock people inside?" Harry asked. "Remember?"
"I think it wanted to make sure that everyone was there through the entire rite," Draco said. "Notice that it released them when we were done."
Harry nodded. "So all of this has to do with my magic and the Manor knowing that it could be used to make a baby?"
Draco shrugged but grinned. "I think it was trying to find a way to make an heir from the start," he said. "Then there was that Daily Prophet interview that got us thinking about it. That's when things seem to change direction again."
"Us wanting children," Harry said quietly. "What did it do? Take that as the go ahead?"
"I think you saying you wanted a baby somehow got your magic involved," Draco said.
Harry shook his head and placed a hand on his belly. "My mouth seems to get me in quite a bit of trouble," he said with a small smile.
Draco snorted. "In more ways than I ever thought possible."
Harry rolled his eyes but was still smiling.
"Well, I suppose that's as close to an explanation we're going to get," said Hermione with a sigh, though she was smiling a bit at Draco's comment, too. "I suppose your magic will take care of everything, Harry, even if we don't know how it's working."
The blond walked over and kissed the top of Harry's head. "See, even Hermione agrees with me," he said.