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Threats
Chapter Number/Total: 43/49
Chapter Title: Threats
Words: 2810 Words
Tonks shook her head. They stopped in front of a cell and she used a skeleton key to open the lock. It actually looked like it was made of bone. "Don't ask," she said when Draco opened his mouth to do so.
Harry shrugged lightly and stood waiting to be let inside, hoping that this would all work out.
Tonks went through first, using a Binding Spell to secure the prisoners before letting Harry and Draco enter. The two Lestrange brothers glared at them from the bench they were now tied to.
"I assume you know who I am. No need for introductions," Harry said to the two men when he entered. The smaller one, Rabastan, glared harder, but did not say anything.
Rodolphus didn't just glare. He gave new meaning to the words "if looks could kill". He spat at the ground.
There were two chairs set up for Harry and Draco to sit in Harry assumed, and so he took one of the seats, staring hard at the Death Eaters.
Tonks took up a position by the door with her wand in her hand.
Draco didn't sit yet, but stood behind Harry. He looked at Tonks. "Can you put a Silencing Charm on the room?" he asked.
Her eyes widened at that but then she nodded and did so.
Harry raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. "Your wife is dead," he said to Rodolphus, not taunting, just telling him. "I'm not aware if you knew or not."
Rodolphus looked between Harry and Draco's faces as if trying to determine if he believed them. Draco had slipped into his familiar cold distant expression. Rodolphus looked at him. "I should have cut your balls off and fed them to you," he sneered.
Harry glared. "Saying that is no help to you now, is it? Nor is spitting on the floor. Your wife is dead and you and your brother are facing lifetime sentences in Azkaban and you sit here and throw threats now? You really are thick, aren't you?"
"Azkaban won't hold us and you know it," Rodolphus sneered. "Next time we take your fuck toy, maybe we will see how good he is."
Rabastan smiled just the tiniest bit and made a show of looking Draco up and down.
In that moment, Harry reconsidered killing them. He felt his magic flare up high and he clenched his fists.
Draco didn't flinch. Didn't show any emotion at all. He knew what kind of men he was dealing with. He felt Harry's magic flare and inwardly smiled.
"You don't like that, do you?" Rodolphus grinned. "Yes, my dear Bella liked Cruciatus. I think more direct methods might work better with him." He leered, "And be more fun."
Harry made a jerky movement as though to get out of his chair, but then closed his eyes and took a deep breath, rubbing his forehead.
Rabastan snorted very, very quietly at him.
"What makes you think the Dark Lord would bother freeing failures like you?" Draco asked in a bored-sounding voice.
Rodolphus hissed. "We didn't fail!" he snapped back.
Harry looked up again. "Oh, no, you didn't fail. After all, you only managed to fuck up his plan in the Department of Mysteries and now managed to get one of his most trusted killed. I'm sure he won't mind."
Rabastan was glaring again, his lip curled.
"His father fucked that up back then," Rodolphus sneered. "We are still valuable to our Master."
"Not when he finds out that Aunt Bella and you kept secrets from him," Draco said.
"We had a plan and we will still finish it," Rodolphus countered.
"Oh? And how, may I ask, are you going to do that?" asked Harry, raising an eyebrow. "You are tied to a bench and all."
"Like I said, we are still valuable to our Master. He won't leave us in Azkaban," Rodolphus grumbled.
"He hasn't come for Macnair," Draco said. "Maybe he is tired of fuck-ups like you."
Rabastan glared harder than ever. "We looked for Him. We are devoted to our Lord. His most faithful. He will always come for us."
Harry snorted. "As far as he's concerned, you're both nothing but two big piles of shit out of his arse. Yeah, he'll use you if he needs to. Always room for another dog. But what use are you to him now? You seem to fuck up every time you try."
"We know what you were doing in that old Muggle place!" Rodolphus hissed. "And he will be very grateful when we tell him."
"Or will he punish you for keeping the information from him and getting caught?" Draco asked.
Rabastan seemed to have nothing to say to that. He glared at the floor, fear flitting across his face for a split second.
"Who else knows?" Harry asked.
"Why the fuck would I tell a mudblood and a traitor?" Rodolphus sneered.
"Legilimens," Draco cast without warning.
Harry's head snapped towards Draco as did Rabastan's, both of them looking slightly surprised for a few moments.
Draco staggered back from the images he got. Re-living his own torture from the other man's perspective made his stomach clench and he had to grit his teeth to keep control of it.
Rodolphus roared with anger, struggling against the ropes. "I will finish what your father should have!" he screamed at Draco. "I will cut you to pieces, you filthy whore!"
Harry flung from the chair and punched the man square in the face, watching as blood poured from his nostrils. "Don't you ever call him that again," he growled.
Tonks flinched but held her ground.
Draco was leaning against the wall, sorting through the memories he had gotten from the other man's mind. Harry's magic flared and he privately wished Harry would do more than hit him.
Rabastan's face as he gazed at Harry might've been one that was slightly unnerving if he were fighting him.
"Is there anything?" Harry asked Draco, panting from his sudden rush of anger.
"Yes," Draco hissed, still breathing deep. He had gotten a pretty clear idea that Rodolphus' threats were serious and there were images to go along with them of what he would do to carry them out.
"Does anyone else know?" Harry asked. "Or just them?"
"Just them," Draco said. "Bella wanted all the credit. So she had them wait until they completed their plan."
Rodolphus spat blood at them, screaming in rage. "I swear it, I will make you pay! I will rip you apart myself!"
Harry punched him again, in the same place.
Rabastan struggled against his bindings, snarling like an animal.
"I want nothing more than to kill you both," Harry spat. "Right now. You're filth. Less than human and not fit to walk the earth, and yet I'm going to let you live. At least it gives me the satisfaction of knowing that Voldemort would never take back two servants with life debts to Harry Potter."
Draco stood considering his options. Unlike Harry, he did not feel as generous or noble about the idea of letting these two live. He found no satisfaction in the idea that they would have a chance to carry out their threats. He eyed Tonks, wondering if she would intervene if he took more serious action.
Harry shook his hand out as if to rid it of Rodolphus' filth. He stepped back from him and stood glaring at the two men. "We have to take them. There's nothing more we need to find out. Let's go."
"Harry," Tonks said, "how do we get them out of here without being stopped?"
"You can't do anything?" Harry asked her. "Say you've got orders to move them or something?"
"I'll do it, Harry," she said, "if it is that important. But it will mean my job and possibly worse."
Harry groaned and covered his face with his hands. "I don't want that, but you know how important it is," he said. "We can not leave them here."
She nodded and then cast a Body-Bind on both the Lestrange brothers before taking away the spelled ropes. "Where do we take them, Harry?" she asked.
Harry brought his hands down from his face and looked at her. "I don't know," he said. "I thought Headquarters, but we can't take them there."
"We have underground cells at the Manor," Draco suggested.
Harry did not like the idea of these two in his and Draco's home while they slept. "Is that a good idea?" he asked. "Is there absolutely no way out of those cells?"
"The wards are strong, there are no doors or windows," Draco replied. He didn't point out that Harry wasn't able to get out of them.
Harry sighed. "All right. I don't like it much, but that seems the best option, I suppose," he said, running a hand through his unruly locks.
Using Levicorpus to lift the Lestrange brothers and carry them out, Tonks came up with an excuse that she was taking them to a hearing. She took them through a back route out of the Ministry, used for moving prisoners. Finally, free of the Ministry wards, she turned to Draco and Harry. "To the Manor then?" she asked.
Harry hesitated, but then nodded.
"To the cell we put the others in last time," Draco said, nodding as he took hold of Rodolphus and Tonks grabbed Rabastan. "Ready, Harry?"
Harry sighed tiredly and nodded. "Yes," he said, mussing his hair again.
Draco Apparated directly to the cell and found Tonks beside him immediately.
Harry followed a split second later, hoping that he was doing the right thing, hoping that he was doing what Dumbledore might have.
They laid them on the floor but didn't release the Body-Bind yet. Tonks looked worriedly at Harry and Draco. "You sure you can handle this?"
"Yes," Draco said calmly.
"I think we've handled worse," said Harry quietly.
Tonks nodded, looking sad and tired. "I am going back to Headquarters," she said. "Let me know if you need me."
"Of course," Draco said.
Harry nodded and stared down at the men on the floor with disgust.
Tonks Disapparated, leaving the men alone with their prisoners.
"Harry," Draco said, "go to our room. I will follow shortly."
Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco. "Why?" he asked, frowning.
Draco sighed deeply. "I am too tired to debate this right now," Draco said. "Just trust me and I will be there in a few minutes."
Harry stared at Draco for a few more seconds, but then nodded, still frowning. "I trust you," he said, and then Disapparated.
Draco looked down at the two prisoners. "Now you are in my domain," he said in a cold voice. "You will not leave this place alive. And if you are useful, I may allow you to eat and remain relatively comfortable. Otherwise ...." He flicked his wand, releasing the Body-Binds, and then Apparated to his bedroom.
Harry was removing his robe when Draco arrived. He looked over at him and sighed again. It was six o' clock, and the room was filled with dimming light, but Harry was so tired, he thought he could probably sleep from now until morning.
Draco groaned and allowed himself to literally fall back onto the bed.
Harry let his robe fall to the floor and joined Draco, curling around him.
"Do you have enough energy left to use that spell I like?" Draco asked tiredly.
Harry sighed for the hundredth time and shrugged. "I might need my wand," he said and Summoned his wand from the floor. He removed Draco's clothes, and the rest of his own before tossing his wand again and pulling the covers up over them.
Draco sighed again, even the tingle of Harry's magic not rousing his body. "I feel like I could sleep for days," he murmured.
"Me too," Harry said, pressing his chest to Draco's back and throwing an arm over him.
***
Some horrible, terrible person was pressing ice to Harry's leg as he slept. He was sure of it. He was going to hex them when he worked out how to get his eyes open. He finally managed that. He did not see an ice menace, but a wonderful man with very, very, very cold feet. Harry groaned. "Bloody hell," he grumbled, huffing and rubbing his eyes. He huffed once again and spun Draco's unresponsive form around, face down on the bed.
He prepared himself and Draco quickly, his eyes half closed as he pushed into him and he actually yawned when he was fully seated. "Be quick today," he told his own cock.
Draco felt cold, so cold that it felt like his bones were made of ice. But then there was that white-hot, sharp pain as he felt himself entered. He couldn't even move yet to protest.
Harry began to thrust gently. At least it was waking him up. He didn't feel as tired anymore.
Draco gasped, feeling heat radiating from inside him where Harry thrust in. He struggled to make his body move and managed to spread his legs further, encouraging Harry.
Harry placed both hands on Draco's hips, his eyes closed now as he moved in and out. When Draco spread his legs more, Harry felt it and a jolt of pleasure shot through him.
"Yes," Draco whispered as heat and pleasure began to crawl through his body.
Despite Harry's fatigue, he was fucking Draco quick and good. He groaned as another shock of pleasure surged.
"More!" Draco shouted, hands clenched in the sheets and face buried in the pillow. He lifted his hips higher to take his lover deeper.
"Oh, fuck yes," Harry groaned, Draco's efforts making him flush with heat. He thrust harder.
Draco reached his hand down under his own body, wrapping his fingers around his own cock. Harry's thrusts rocked him into his fist and he was moaning now.
Harry could feel his release coming quickly. He gasped and moaned and gripped Draco's skin tight.
Draco could feel his husband's magic building up and he sped his own hand up too. "Yes, yes," he chanted, rocking back into him with each thrust.
"Draco!" Harry shouted as he spurted inside him, finally being pulled over the edge. He slumped forward slightly, panting now.
Harry's warmth and magic spreading out inside him brought Draco as well. He cried out and whimpered, body spasming in the wake of orgasm and magic.
"Fuck," Harry rasped, pulling out of Draco slowly before falling onto his back beside him.
"Yes," Draco agreed. "We forgot again," he said, sighing.
Harry huffed and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. "Yeah," he said.
Draco reached a still shaking arm out and lay it across Harry's chest. "Love morning fucking, though." He smirked.
Harry smiled slightly and shook his head. "Better when you're begging for it in the beginning as well as the end," he said, laying a hand over Draco's on his chest.
Draco nodded, sliding his and Harry's hands down to the man's belly and sighing.
"Won't be able to do that later," Harry said. "We probably shouldn't forget."
"I am sure you would find a way." Draco sighed. "But better if we don't forget."
Harry nodded and then smiled a small smile. "Well, here we are again. Alive against all odds."
"Bloody Gryffindor," Draco said, smirking as he pressed up against Harry.
"Your Gryffindor," Harry said, smiling.
"So will he be Slytherin or Gryffindor, I wonder," Draco laughed.
"Oh, Merlin," Harry groaned. "What a combination." He laughed.
Draco snickered. He crawled closer, resting his cheek against Harry's belly next to their hands.
"Can you tell what the sex is?" Harry asked. "You keep saying 'he'."
"Not really." Draco smirked again. "But I think it will be a boy."
Harry smiled thoughtfully and just enjoyed the feeling of Draco against him for a few minutes. "We have a lot on our plates," he said finally.
"Speaking of plates," Draco said, "you need to eat."
Harry sighed. He did feel hungry, though. "How do you know?" he asked.
Draco thought about that for a minute. "I can feel it," he said quietly. "Not that you are hungry, actually, but that the baby is hungry."
Harry raised his eyebrows. "I suppose I should eat then," he said. "We better go down to breakfast today. We need to talk to Ron and Hermione."
Draco sighed, kissing Harry's belly again before sliding up his body to kiss his lips.
Harry smiled and kissed Draco back, wrapping arms around his neck.
The blond spent a few minutes kissing Harry slowly and deeply. Then he pulled back and rolled out of bed.
Harry sighed and stretched before groaning and getting out of bed as well. He arched his back until he heard it pop and groaned again.
Chapter Title: Threats
Words: 2810 Words
Tonks shook her head. They stopped in front of a cell and she used a skeleton key to open the lock. It actually looked like it was made of bone. "Don't ask," she said when Draco opened his mouth to do so.
Harry shrugged lightly and stood waiting to be let inside, hoping that this would all work out.
Tonks went through first, using a Binding Spell to secure the prisoners before letting Harry and Draco enter. The two Lestrange brothers glared at them from the bench they were now tied to.
"I assume you know who I am. No need for introductions," Harry said to the two men when he entered. The smaller one, Rabastan, glared harder, but did not say anything.
Rodolphus didn't just glare. He gave new meaning to the words "if looks could kill". He spat at the ground.
There were two chairs set up for Harry and Draco to sit in Harry assumed, and so he took one of the seats, staring hard at the Death Eaters.
Tonks took up a position by the door with her wand in her hand.
Draco didn't sit yet, but stood behind Harry. He looked at Tonks. "Can you put a Silencing Charm on the room?" he asked.
Her eyes widened at that but then she nodded and did so.
Harry raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. "Your wife is dead," he said to Rodolphus, not taunting, just telling him. "I'm not aware if you knew or not."
Rodolphus looked between Harry and Draco's faces as if trying to determine if he believed them. Draco had slipped into his familiar cold distant expression. Rodolphus looked at him. "I should have cut your balls off and fed them to you," he sneered.
Harry glared. "Saying that is no help to you now, is it? Nor is spitting on the floor. Your wife is dead and you and your brother are facing lifetime sentences in Azkaban and you sit here and throw threats now? You really are thick, aren't you?"
"Azkaban won't hold us and you know it," Rodolphus sneered. "Next time we take your fuck toy, maybe we will see how good he is."
Rabastan smiled just the tiniest bit and made a show of looking Draco up and down.
In that moment, Harry reconsidered killing them. He felt his magic flare up high and he clenched his fists.
Draco didn't flinch. Didn't show any emotion at all. He knew what kind of men he was dealing with. He felt Harry's magic flare and inwardly smiled.
"You don't like that, do you?" Rodolphus grinned. "Yes, my dear Bella liked Cruciatus. I think more direct methods might work better with him." He leered, "And be more fun."
Harry made a jerky movement as though to get out of his chair, but then closed his eyes and took a deep breath, rubbing his forehead.
Rabastan snorted very, very quietly at him.
"What makes you think the Dark Lord would bother freeing failures like you?" Draco asked in a bored-sounding voice.
Rodolphus hissed. "We didn't fail!" he snapped back.
Harry looked up again. "Oh, no, you didn't fail. After all, you only managed to fuck up his plan in the Department of Mysteries and now managed to get one of his most trusted killed. I'm sure he won't mind."
Rabastan was glaring again, his lip curled.
"His father fucked that up back then," Rodolphus sneered. "We are still valuable to our Master."
"Not when he finds out that Aunt Bella and you kept secrets from him," Draco said.
"We had a plan and we will still finish it," Rodolphus countered.
"Oh? And how, may I ask, are you going to do that?" asked Harry, raising an eyebrow. "You are tied to a bench and all."
"Like I said, we are still valuable to our Master. He won't leave us in Azkaban," Rodolphus grumbled.
"He hasn't come for Macnair," Draco said. "Maybe he is tired of fuck-ups like you."
Rabastan glared harder than ever. "We looked for Him. We are devoted to our Lord. His most faithful. He will always come for us."
Harry snorted. "As far as he's concerned, you're both nothing but two big piles of shit out of his arse. Yeah, he'll use you if he needs to. Always room for another dog. But what use are you to him now? You seem to fuck up every time you try."
"We know what you were doing in that old Muggle place!" Rodolphus hissed. "And he will be very grateful when we tell him."
"Or will he punish you for keeping the information from him and getting caught?" Draco asked.
Rabastan seemed to have nothing to say to that. He glared at the floor, fear flitting across his face for a split second.
"Who else knows?" Harry asked.
"Why the fuck would I tell a mudblood and a traitor?" Rodolphus sneered.
"Legilimens," Draco cast without warning.
Harry's head snapped towards Draco as did Rabastan's, both of them looking slightly surprised for a few moments.
Draco staggered back from the images he got. Re-living his own torture from the other man's perspective made his stomach clench and he had to grit his teeth to keep control of it.
Rodolphus roared with anger, struggling against the ropes. "I will finish what your father should have!" he screamed at Draco. "I will cut you to pieces, you filthy whore!"
Harry flung from the chair and punched the man square in the face, watching as blood poured from his nostrils. "Don't you ever call him that again," he growled.
Tonks flinched but held her ground.
Draco was leaning against the wall, sorting through the memories he had gotten from the other man's mind. Harry's magic flared and he privately wished Harry would do more than hit him.
Rabastan's face as he gazed at Harry might've been one that was slightly unnerving if he were fighting him.
"Is there anything?" Harry asked Draco, panting from his sudden rush of anger.
"Yes," Draco hissed, still breathing deep. He had gotten a pretty clear idea that Rodolphus' threats were serious and there were images to go along with them of what he would do to carry them out.
"Does anyone else know?" Harry asked. "Or just them?"
"Just them," Draco said. "Bella wanted all the credit. So she had them wait until they completed their plan."
Rodolphus spat blood at them, screaming in rage. "I swear it, I will make you pay! I will rip you apart myself!"
Harry punched him again, in the same place.
Rabastan struggled against his bindings, snarling like an animal.
"I want nothing more than to kill you both," Harry spat. "Right now. You're filth. Less than human and not fit to walk the earth, and yet I'm going to let you live. At least it gives me the satisfaction of knowing that Voldemort would never take back two servants with life debts to Harry Potter."
Draco stood considering his options. Unlike Harry, he did not feel as generous or noble about the idea of letting these two live. He found no satisfaction in the idea that they would have a chance to carry out their threats. He eyed Tonks, wondering if she would intervene if he took more serious action.
Harry shook his hand out as if to rid it of Rodolphus' filth. He stepped back from him and stood glaring at the two men. "We have to take them. There's nothing more we need to find out. Let's go."
"Harry," Tonks said, "how do we get them out of here without being stopped?"
"You can't do anything?" Harry asked her. "Say you've got orders to move them or something?"
"I'll do it, Harry," she said, "if it is that important. But it will mean my job and possibly worse."
Harry groaned and covered his face with his hands. "I don't want that, but you know how important it is," he said. "We can not leave them here."
She nodded and then cast a Body-Bind on both the Lestrange brothers before taking away the spelled ropes. "Where do we take them, Harry?" she asked.
Harry brought his hands down from his face and looked at her. "I don't know," he said. "I thought Headquarters, but we can't take them there."
"We have underground cells at the Manor," Draco suggested.
Harry did not like the idea of these two in his and Draco's home while they slept. "Is that a good idea?" he asked. "Is there absolutely no way out of those cells?"
"The wards are strong, there are no doors or windows," Draco replied. He didn't point out that Harry wasn't able to get out of them.
Harry sighed. "All right. I don't like it much, but that seems the best option, I suppose," he said, running a hand through his unruly locks.
Using Levicorpus to lift the Lestrange brothers and carry them out, Tonks came up with an excuse that she was taking them to a hearing. She took them through a back route out of the Ministry, used for moving prisoners. Finally, free of the Ministry wards, she turned to Draco and Harry. "To the Manor then?" she asked.
Harry hesitated, but then nodded.
"To the cell we put the others in last time," Draco said, nodding as he took hold of Rodolphus and Tonks grabbed Rabastan. "Ready, Harry?"
Harry sighed tiredly and nodded. "Yes," he said, mussing his hair again.
Draco Apparated directly to the cell and found Tonks beside him immediately.
Harry followed a split second later, hoping that he was doing the right thing, hoping that he was doing what Dumbledore might have.
They laid them on the floor but didn't release the Body-Bind yet. Tonks looked worriedly at Harry and Draco. "You sure you can handle this?"
"Yes," Draco said calmly.
"I think we've handled worse," said Harry quietly.
Tonks nodded, looking sad and tired. "I am going back to Headquarters," she said. "Let me know if you need me."
"Of course," Draco said.
Harry nodded and stared down at the men on the floor with disgust.
Tonks Disapparated, leaving the men alone with their prisoners.
"Harry," Draco said, "go to our room. I will follow shortly."
Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco. "Why?" he asked, frowning.
Draco sighed deeply. "I am too tired to debate this right now," Draco said. "Just trust me and I will be there in a few minutes."
Harry stared at Draco for a few more seconds, but then nodded, still frowning. "I trust you," he said, and then Disapparated.
Draco looked down at the two prisoners. "Now you are in my domain," he said in a cold voice. "You will not leave this place alive. And if you are useful, I may allow you to eat and remain relatively comfortable. Otherwise ...." He flicked his wand, releasing the Body-Binds, and then Apparated to his bedroom.
Harry was removing his robe when Draco arrived. He looked over at him and sighed again. It was six o' clock, and the room was filled with dimming light, but Harry was so tired, he thought he could probably sleep from now until morning.
Draco groaned and allowed himself to literally fall back onto the bed.
Harry let his robe fall to the floor and joined Draco, curling around him.
"Do you have enough energy left to use that spell I like?" Draco asked tiredly.
Harry sighed for the hundredth time and shrugged. "I might need my wand," he said and Summoned his wand from the floor. He removed Draco's clothes, and the rest of his own before tossing his wand again and pulling the covers up over them.
Draco sighed again, even the tingle of Harry's magic not rousing his body. "I feel like I could sleep for days," he murmured.
"Me too," Harry said, pressing his chest to Draco's back and throwing an arm over him.
***
Some horrible, terrible person was pressing ice to Harry's leg as he slept. He was sure of it. He was going to hex them when he worked out how to get his eyes open. He finally managed that. He did not see an ice menace, but a wonderful man with very, very, very cold feet. Harry groaned. "Bloody hell," he grumbled, huffing and rubbing his eyes. He huffed once again and spun Draco's unresponsive form around, face down on the bed.
He prepared himself and Draco quickly, his eyes half closed as he pushed into him and he actually yawned when he was fully seated. "Be quick today," he told his own cock.
Draco felt cold, so cold that it felt like his bones were made of ice. But then there was that white-hot, sharp pain as he felt himself entered. He couldn't even move yet to protest.
Harry began to thrust gently. At least it was waking him up. He didn't feel as tired anymore.
Draco gasped, feeling heat radiating from inside him where Harry thrust in. He struggled to make his body move and managed to spread his legs further, encouraging Harry.
Harry placed both hands on Draco's hips, his eyes closed now as he moved in and out. When Draco spread his legs more, Harry felt it and a jolt of pleasure shot through him.
"Yes," Draco whispered as heat and pleasure began to crawl through his body.
Despite Harry's fatigue, he was fucking Draco quick and good. He groaned as another shock of pleasure surged.
"More!" Draco shouted, hands clenched in the sheets and face buried in the pillow. He lifted his hips higher to take his lover deeper.
"Oh, fuck yes," Harry groaned, Draco's efforts making him flush with heat. He thrust harder.
Draco reached his hand down under his own body, wrapping his fingers around his own cock. Harry's thrusts rocked him into his fist and he was moaning now.
Harry could feel his release coming quickly. He gasped and moaned and gripped Draco's skin tight.
Draco could feel his husband's magic building up and he sped his own hand up too. "Yes, yes," he chanted, rocking back into him with each thrust.
"Draco!" Harry shouted as he spurted inside him, finally being pulled over the edge. He slumped forward slightly, panting now.
Harry's warmth and magic spreading out inside him brought Draco as well. He cried out and whimpered, body spasming in the wake of orgasm and magic.
"Fuck," Harry rasped, pulling out of Draco slowly before falling onto his back beside him.
"Yes," Draco agreed. "We forgot again," he said, sighing.
Harry huffed and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. "Yeah," he said.
Draco reached a still shaking arm out and lay it across Harry's chest. "Love morning fucking, though." He smirked.
Harry smiled slightly and shook his head. "Better when you're begging for it in the beginning as well as the end," he said, laying a hand over Draco's on his chest.
Draco nodded, sliding his and Harry's hands down to the man's belly and sighing.
"Won't be able to do that later," Harry said. "We probably shouldn't forget."
"I am sure you would find a way." Draco sighed. "But better if we don't forget."
Harry nodded and then smiled a small smile. "Well, here we are again. Alive against all odds."
"Bloody Gryffindor," Draco said, smirking as he pressed up against Harry.
"Your Gryffindor," Harry said, smiling.
"So will he be Slytherin or Gryffindor, I wonder," Draco laughed.
"Oh, Merlin," Harry groaned. "What a combination." He laughed.
Draco snickered. He crawled closer, resting his cheek against Harry's belly next to their hands.
"Can you tell what the sex is?" Harry asked. "You keep saying 'he'."
"Not really." Draco smirked again. "But I think it will be a boy."
Harry smiled thoughtfully and just enjoyed the feeling of Draco against him for a few minutes. "We have a lot on our plates," he said finally.
"Speaking of plates," Draco said, "you need to eat."
Harry sighed. He did feel hungry, though. "How do you know?" he asked.
Draco thought about that for a minute. "I can feel it," he said quietly. "Not that you are hungry, actually, but that the baby is hungry."
Harry raised his eyebrows. "I suppose I should eat then," he said. "We better go down to breakfast today. We need to talk to Ron and Hermione."
Draco sighed, kissing Harry's belly again before sliding up his body to kiss his lips.
Harry smiled and kissed Draco back, wrapping arms around his neck.
The blond spent a few minutes kissing Harry slowly and deeply. Then he pulled back and rolled out of bed.
Harry sighed and stretched before groaning and getting out of bed as well. He arched his back until he heard it pop and groaned again.