Hybrid Destiny

Chapter 37

“Come on, Draco. We have to be in the Great Hall in twenty minutes. We do graduate today,” said Harry, adjusting his robes over his swollen belly.

“I’ll be out in just a minute,” said Draco, fussing over his hair for the fifth time.

“You said that an hour ago. If you’re not out of that bathroom in ten seconds, I will leave you here and go by myself. I can handle those tricky stairs just fine,” said Harry, laying on the guilt trip. “One, two, three, four, five..”

“Fine, I’m out. Happy now?” asked Draco petulantly.

“Ecstatic. Can we go now?” asked Harry impatiently.

“Let’s go,” said Draco, wrapping an arm around Harry’s burgeoning waist and escorting his out the door.

They walked carefully to the Great Hall, and Draco escorted Harry to the Gryffindor table before making his way to the Slytherin table. Harry glanced around and saw most of the table looking at him.

“What?” he asked completely confused.

“Harry, you look like you’re about to explode. Exactly when are those brats due, anyway,” said Seamus, looking at the round belly. Hermione just groaned and backed quickly away from the Irish boy.

Draco happened to glance up just as Seamus said that, and he saw very clearly the hurt and fury on Harry’s face. He jumped up and rushed to the Gryffindor table just as a portal opened up behind Seamus.

“Harry, no! You can’t send him off anywhere, especially if that portal leads to hell,” yelled Draco, finally reaching Harry.

“He said I looked like I was about to explode. Hell is too good for him. I opened a portal into a banshee’s nest,” said Harry calmly.

Seamus paled and passed out. He was deathly afraid of banshees. As soon as Seamus hit the ground, Harry smirked viciously and closed the portal.

“I guess he didn’t like the destination too well, huh?” he asked, smiling evilly.

“Harry, how could you try and send Seamus to a nest of banshees?” asked Hermione, trying to revive the fallen boy.

“You heard what he said. I maintain that he started it, and he got what he deserved,” said Harry nonchalantly. “Besides, I only said that to scare him. The portal really opened up at the quidditch pitch.”

“Come on, Harry. You’re coming to sit with me. Your Slytherin traits are obviously reigning supreme today, and you should be seated accordingly,” said Draco, dragging Harry over to the Slytherin table. Harry just smirked and waved at Hermione.

“Welcome everyone to the Graduation Feast. Let us begin. Professor McGonagall will call your name for you to receive your diploma. Minerva?” said Dumbledore, turning the floor over to McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall read the list and handed out diplomas as they approached. When she reached Harry’s name, she hesitated. The poor boy was five months pregnant and didn’t walk as quickly as he used to. “Potter, Harry,” she said, preparing herself to wait patiently for him to arrive.

Harry just smirked once again and created a portal that took him right to McGonagall’s side. She jumped when he appeared beside her, and handed him the diploma with a smile. Harry just walked over to stand beside Draco with the rest of the graduates.

The rest of the graduation ceremony passed with no problems. Seamus avoided Harry like the plague for the rest of the night. Severus and Lucius got a good laugh when Draco told them why Seamus was avoiding the elf. No one else was stupid enough to mention Harry’s weight gain, neither to his face nor behind his back. They had all heard exactly how he’d defeated Voldemort.

*****

“Harry, what is taking so long? We’re going to miss the end-of-term feast and I’m hungry,” whined Draco, trying to cajole Harry out of the bathroom more quickly.

“We’re not going to the feast, Draco,” said Harry calmly. He walked, waddled would be the correct term, to the bed and pulled on his robes. They were pretty much the only things that fit these days.

“What? Why aren’t we going?” asked Draco.

“Draco, help me with this,” said Harry, holding up a necklace and avoiding the question.

Draco walked behind Harry and grabbed the necklace he was holding. Suddenly he felt the pull of a portkey and wrapped his arms around Harry to prevent him from falling. They landed and Draco kept Harry steady. Harry stepped away and gestured around him, drawing Draco’s attention.

“Welcome to Godric’s Hollow, love. I wanted it to be a surprise so I had Dumbledore make a portkey to bring us here instead of going the feast. Dobby came with us so we have food. Come on, let’s look around,” said Harry excitedly. He couldn’t believe their house was done so soon. He hadn’t planned on being able to move in until after the babies were born.

They discovered that they had landed in the master bedroom. Exploring every room upstairs, they found in addition to the master bedroom, two more guest rooms, a nursery, and one bathroom. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, they explored the ground floor. Here they found a living room, a dining room, a library, a kitchen, another guest room, and another bathroom.

“Ohhh, it’s perfect,” said Harry, looking around in awe.

“When will the wards be set?” asked Draco.

“They already have. Well except for the anti-apparation wards for non-family. We just need to use a drop of our blood and set them ourselves,” said Harry, already pricking his finger and doing just that.

“I thought you had to be present for the wards to be set,” said Draco, pricking his finger for Harry to set him into the wards.

“I was,” said Harry nonchalantly.

“And just when did you manage to come here without me knowing about?” asked Draco indignantly.

“The last day of N.E.W.T.S. Dumbledore took me right after my last test. You still had two to go so you didn’t really notice my absence. Besides, I was back by the time you finished,” said Harry. He walked over to Draco and draped his arms around Draco’s neck. “How about we argue later and christen the new bed now. You know, while we are still allowed to have sex. I imagine by the beginning of next month such activities will be prohibited.”

“Christen the bed, huh? Sounds like a plan,” said Draco, hugging his elf close and apparating them to the bedroom.

****

“Hermione, have you seen Harry and Draco?” asked Blaise, sitting at the Gryffindor table beside her.

“No, but with as secretive as Harry’s been for the last few days, I would say he had a surprise for Draco,” she said calmly.

“A surprise? What kind of surprise?” asked Blaise.

“If I had to venture a guess, I would say that the house is complete and Harry opted to take Draco there rather than deal with the masses here. Can’t say that I blame him. He hated being The-Boy-Who-Lived and the newest title of The-Boy-Who-Sent-You-Know-Who-To-The-Deepest-Pits-Of-Hell absolutely drives him batty,” said Hermione, in sympathy for her friend. “Those stupid nicknames are so unoriginal and are enough to drive anyone insane.”

“That’s the newest moniker they gave him? Poor guy. It’s no wonder he took off before the feast,” said Blaise compassionately.

****

“Yess, right there,” cried Harry, clutching the sheets as Draco rammed into him relentlessly. He buried his head in his arms and rocked into Draco’s thrusting hips frantically.

“Love you, elf,” said Draco, reaching around his elf and grasping the hard shaft already weeping copious amounts of pre-come. He stroked in time to his thrusts and within moments, Harry cried out and came all over the hand stroking him and the sheets. The rhythmic contractions around his cock caused Draco to cry out and spill his seed into the clenching depths.

Draco pulled out and collapsed beside Harry. Harry immediately cuddled against Draco in his favourite position. “I wonder how many people actually noticed we were gone.”

“I know Hermione and Blaise noticed. Seamus probably noticed and was thankful for the reprieve after you scared him witless yesterday,” said Draco dryly.

“He deserved and you know it. Only an idiot insults a pregnant person, especially by saying they’re fat. He’s lucky I just bluffed him into fainting,” said Harry righteously.

“I do have to admit that it was funny. It’s not everyday you say a brave Gryffindor faint from fright,” said Draco teasingly. “When do you have to see Madame Pomfrey again?”

“She said she would floo here for my weekly visits. We need to invite the Olden Trio, Hermione, and Blaise over soon so they can help us arrange everything. And we still need to buy furniture for the rest of the house. They only rooms that are fully functional are the master bedroom and bath and the kitchen,” said Harry, idly tracing patterns across Draco’s chest.

“That reminds me. Didn’t you say something about Dobby being here to prepare us some food?” asked Draco. “I’m starving after the strenuous exercise we just had.”

“Dobby,” yelled Harry.

The little house elf popped into the bedroom. “Yes, Harry Potter, sir?”

“Can you bring us some food? We haven’t had anything to eat since lunch,” he asked, smiling at the exuberant house elf.

“Yes, sir, right away,” said Dobby, popping out only to return moments later with enough food to feed the entire Gryffindor house.

“Thank you, Dobby. Isn’t this a little much for just me and Draco?” he asked, staring at the massive amount of food in awe.

“But, sir, you is feeding two babies, too,” said Dobby, pointing to the swollen mound.

“Not even we can eat this much. Not so much food next time, okay?” said Harry, picking up some chicken and taking a bite. He gave an appreciative ‘mmm’ at the first bite and proceeded to devour a significant amount of the delicious offerings.

Draco ate his fair share of the food as well. By the time they both were finished eating, there was only enough food left to feed the 5th, 6th, and 7th years of Gryffindor house.

“Now I need a bath. I’m sticky from earlier and messy from eating,” said Harry, climbing from the bed and heading towards the bathroom.

Draco watched Harry’s retreating bum and quickly scrambled off the bed to follow him. He walked into the bathroom to see Harry bending over the tub, turning the water on. He crept up behind the distracted elf and ran his hands from Harry’s shoulders down to rest on the cheeks of his arse. Harry just gave a little wiggle and climbed into the tub.

“Come on, Dray. The water’s nice and warm and feels so good against the skin,” said Harry enticingly.

Draco quickly climbed in the tub. Harry grabbed the shampoo and washed his hair, and waited for Draco to dunk his head so he could do the same for him. Once they both had washed their hair, Harry grabbed the flannel and washed Draco with long caressing swipes. He started to wash himself once Draco was completely lathered, but Draco snatched the flannel from him and treated him to the same process.

Harry rinsed off and stood, ready to get out of the tub. He didn’t make it. The tempting arse in front of his face compelled Draco to grasp Harry’s hips and bury his face in the crease of the lovely globes. He swiped his tongue across and around the pucker, causing Harry to bend over slightly to clutch the sides of the tub for support. This new position just made the pucker more accessible and Draco took advantage of it.

Draco thrust his tongue into the little hole, lubricating and relaxing the passage. He lathered his hand with the soap and thrust a finger into the narrow channel. Quickly adding a second, and then a third finger, Draco positioned his cock at the stretched hole and thrust in completely.

Harry cried out with the first thrust, almost losing his grip on the tub, and Draco wrapped his arms around Harry to steady them both. Draco set a fast pace, hitting the elf’s prostate with every inward drive, and driving them closer to release. Harry, safe in Draco’s arms, reached one arm behind him to curl around Draco’s neck and urge him into a kiss, and reached down with the other arm to fist his cock in time with Draco’s thrusts.

After only a few more strokes, Harry tensed and wailed out Draco’s name, coming in his clenched fist and bucking back against Draco. The rippling channel surrounding his cock triggered Draco’s climax, crying out loudly and shooting his seed into the warm depths.

Draco weakly lowered them both back into the warm water, still buried deep with his elf. Harry was completely relaxed and lying contently in Draco’s arms. Draco finally lifted Harry off his lap, rinsed them both off, climbed out of the tub, and carried Harry to bed (despite the weight gain. You know that’s true love). Settling in the new bed, they were asleep within minutes,