A Heart So Ravenous (Sequel to A Love So Belated)
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Chapter 43: Hard Truth
Chapter Number/Total: 43/44
Chapter Title: Hard Truth
Words: 4033 Words
Harry rubbed hard at his forehead as he sat in bed with his back against the headboard, trying to concentrate on the work he'd brought home because there was so much of it. It was difficult to get done. Without Narcissa there constantly, Ron and Hermione also gone, and Draco still unable to walk very well, the twins were much harder to look after. It seemed like they cried twice as much, needed feeding twice as much, changing twice as much and everything twice as much, and it had only been a few days since Harry had gone back to work. The babies were exhausting.
Draco looked down at the papers on their bed and shook his head. It was bad enough he didn't see Harry all day, but then when Harry came home, he barely paid any attention to Draco at all. The blond sighed and hung up his dressing gown before sitting down on what was left of the mattress.
Harry was vaguely aware that Draco was there, and only looked up to make sure that he wasn't squashing anything. "Where are the boys?" he asked absently, quickly jotting down the incantation for an Obliteration Charm.
"Sleeping, for the moment," Draco said. He lay back on the bed, naked, and stretched, watching to see if Harry even noticed.
"Don't roll on that parchment, babe," Harry said, noticing the movement out of the corner of his eye but not actually looking up.
Draco scowled and sat up, throwing his legs off the bed and getting to his feet again. He reached for his robe again.
Harry did look up then, frowning. "What?"
Draco's eyes narrowed and his lips were set in a thin line as he tied the belt on his black silk dressing gown.
Harry sighed, rubbing his forehead again. "I have to get this done," he said a little sharply. "I'm sorry, but I have to."
"Then do it," Draco hissed, walking toward the door of the room.
"I will, then," Harry snapped back, not wanting to fight but unable to help it.
Draco stumbled, but managed to catch himself on the edge of the door, muttering profanity in various languages as he did. He opened the door and stalked out of the room.
Harry was not going to follow him, not only because he wasn't going to go to his knees like a puppy, but because he really did have to get the paperwork in. Did Draco not realise he was more than a bloody month behind?
Draco leaned against the wall, face in his hands. He was not going to cry, he told himself.
Harry stayed in bed, still trying to work and getting angrier because he could feel the guilt niggling at him. It made it even harder to concentrate.
Draco debated with himself. Should he go to the library and try to read, or go lie down in one of the guest rooms? He began to make his way to the stairs. He had forgot to grab his cane.
Harry wished there were a spell to block out everything except what he actually wanted to think about. He tapped his quill on the parchment, mind still on Draco and how much of a bloody prat he could be.
Standing at the top of the stairs, Draco paused. Maybe he should Apparate instead of trying them.
Harry sighed, wondering if going to find Draco to make up after their tiny squabble would help him get done faster. Merlin, he was such a bloody arse-kisser. He frowned at his own thought.
Draco held the rail and began to make his way down the stairs. As luck would have it, his legs began to tremble before he made it to the first landing, and then completely gave out a few steps later. He fell in heap, resuming his profane chant.
Harry heard the crash and jumped out of bed without a second thought, spilling ink as he flew out of the bedroom. He took in a loud, sharp breath when he set eyes on Draco and bounded down the steps, his heart pounding. "Are you all right? Did you break anything?" he asked frantically, probably sounding like Draco's mother.
Draco sighed and began pulling himself to his feet again.
Harry sighed too, one of relief. And then he scowled. "Merlin, Draco, you scared the fuck out of me. Why are you trying to get down the bloody stairs?"
Draco scowled. "Why do you bloody well care?" he snapped.
"Oh, well, I can see why you would ask that question," Harry said, highly sarcastic. "I shouldn't care at all that you fell down the steps."
"I just stumbled," Draco retorted, taking hold of the banister to continue down.
Harry growled in frustration. "You're going to fall again," he snapped.
"Well, at least you noticed I am here," Draco snapped back, legs trembling again.
Harry's eyes widened at that. "Are you fucking kidding me?" he exclaimed, hurrying past Draco to stand facing up at him from the step below. At least he would be able to catch him then.
"You are in my way," Draco accused.
"Oh, should I move so you can break your neck?" Harry asked, sarcastic again.
Draco thought of retorting that he would break Harry's, but he just shook his head. Instead, he concentrated and Apparated himself to the library.
Harry clenched his teeth when Draco disappeared. He spun, nearly falling down the steps himself, he went so fast. He didn't know where Draco had gone, so he checked several rooms before he finally found him. "All you can do is bloody think about yourself," he snapped. "I'm not paying attention to you. We do happen to have twins, Draco. And I missed more than a fucking month of work. Ever stop to think why that is?"
Draco picked up the book he had been looking for and then looked over his shoulder at Harry, arching an eyebrow. "Because I am bloody selfish?"
"Yes," Harry hissed, truly angry now. "You are. You didn't tell me you were going to do what you did! You wrote me a fucking note! Like that was supposed to make everything fine! Perfectly fucking okay! You had to do it your own fucking way, no matter what anyone else told you. Do you know what it was like coming home to a bed full of blood and you nearly dead! Do you know what it was like when the Healer told me you might never wake up! That even if you did you would have – fucking – have fucking problems! Do you know what that was fucking like?"
Draco closed his eyes. So they had finally reached it. He had known when he made the decision that it would anger Harry. He supposed it was a good sign that Harry felt he was well enough to be yelled at now. The blond took a deep breath and turned to face him, eyes narrowed. "No, I don't," he said coldly. "Nor do you have any idea what it is like to carry two people inside yourself and then be told you die or they do."
"You didn't have to do what you did, Draco," Harry said. "You could have told me."
"And then what? What would you have done?" Draco sneered.
Harry shook his head at him, glaring. "You could have given me the chance to say what I might have wanted to say, instead of stripping it from me because it was what you thought was best. You could've had me help you. You didn't know what was going to happen, but you think you know everything."
"I know you, better than you do," Draco hissed. "What would have happened if I'd died? What would have happened to you?"
"What the hell kind of question is that?" Harry asked, heart clenching as he thought about what he really might have done.
"I know the answer. You would have blamed yourself," Draco replied. "You wouldn't have wanted to try my plan and if I had convinced you to try it and it didn't work, you would have gone mad with guilt."
"I would've gone mad anyway, Draco," Harry half-whispered. "I was going mad. If I hadn't said I wanted children, you would have never done it. No matter which way you look at it, it would have been my fault."
"No!" Draco yelled, shaking. "I chose it. I didn't tell you about the chance of getting pregnant, let alone that I had taken a Fertility Potion. I made the choice to keep them and I made the choice to birth them. My choices. All because I didn't want you to feel this way!" Draco was trembling and swaying.
"But it's true," Harry whispered, not wanting to lie. "I did feel that way." He crossed to Draco, sliding an arm around his waist. "I know what you tried to do, I know you tried to make it so that I would be okay, but you overlooked the fact that I wouldn't be okay no matter what. And if you had died, I would have never stopped thinking about what I might have told you, the things I would have wanted to say before never being able to talk to you again."
Draco's hands shook as he put his hands on Harry's shoulders. "I wanted them, Harry," he said, voice shaking as much as his hands. "I wanted to be a family."
"I know," Harry said. "And I wanted them, too. I do want them. I love them more than anything. I just wish you would have thought you could tell me."
Draco slid his hand up until he could cup his lover's cheek. "Did you tell Ron and Hermione before you went into the woods to face Voldemort?"
"That was different," Harry told him, wanting him to understand the way he felt. "I knew I had to die. I knew it was the only way. They would have got themselves killed if I would have told them."
Draco smiled, thumb caressing his lover's lips. "Yes, you knew that. The way I know what I know about you. I had to do it, Harry. I know I didn't save the world. But I had the right to try to save my children."
"What makes you think you would've had to die to do that?" Harry asked, staring at Draco intently.
"I read everything there was on pregnancy. There was a greater danger to the twins if I let Sharpner try the other way. It was safer for me, but not for them," Draco insisted.
Harry sighed. "I still think you should have told me," he said. "I don't think there's much you can say to change my mind. They weren't inside me, but I do understand wanting to do anything you can for them. I would have liked to have been prepared, at the least."
Draco looked into his eyes and knew that Harry meant it. "I know," he said. "I will try not to do anything like that again." He half smiled at that.
"I believe that if we ever use that potion again," said Harry, "I will personally make sure there are no Fertility Potions in the vicinity, and we will use a Contraceptive Spell." He gave a bit of a smile himself.
Draco grinned at the idea of using the potion again. "For the moment," he said, voice dropping, "I like having my balls back." He stepped closer, pressing himself against Harry.
Harry raised an eyebrow, smirking. "You are," he said, voice dropping as well, "the most sex-crazed person I have ever met." He slid his hands around to the small of Draco's back.
"Oh, I think I may have met my match," Draco answered, fingers sliding back into Harry's hair. He rotated his hips, rubbing himself against Harry's hip.
Harry released a quiet sound from his throat. "Merlin, I'm never going to get my work done," he breathed, closing his mouth over Draco's.
Draco turned his head, tongue thrusting inside his lover's mouth. His arousal slid against the silk of his robe as he began to rock against Harry.
Harry moved forward and pressed Draco against the bookcase, one leg between Draco's thighs.
The blond moaned, sliding one hand down Harry's back, cupping his arse. "Yes, baby," he encouraged, rubbing against his leg.
Harry slid a hand over the light material of Draco's dressing gown, reaching for the belt. He tugged on it and then let the gown hang open. It looked sexy against Draco's pale skin.
Draco sighed as the silk slid back over his skin, exposing him to his lover's hungry gaze. He was thrilled to see Harry look at him like that.
Harry brushed his parted lips over Draco's skin, down his neck and across his collarbone. "Tell me what you want me to do to you," he whispered, sliding a hand down Draco's naked chest.
Draco gasped, fingers tightening in Harry's hair. He wanted so much, and it made his body tremble in anticipation. "Suck me, baby," he whispered.
Harry grinned as he continued to graze his mouth over Draco, dropping lower and getting to his knees. He slid his hands slowly up Draco's legs, over his thighs, and then higher up, over his belly. He pressed forward, kissing slowly over Draco's shaft.
Draco's head fell back, thunking into the bookshelf behind him. He spread his legs a little wider. "Oh, yes," he sighed.
Harry slid his tongue along the soft, warm skin and then gently kissed his way lower, giving careful, torturous attention to Draco's balls.
"Yes, yes," Draco chanted, the feel of Harry's tongue laving his sac making his entire body shudder.
Harry looked up at Draco, stroking his stomach and hips with his hands before moving one down to grasp Draco's cock and pull back the foreskin. He slid his mouth up again, licking slowly along the ridge of Draco's cock.
Draco moaned, panting at the intensity of the sensations. "Yes, oh baby, yes!"
Harry trembled with arousal, his erection straining against his trousers. "I love sucking your cock, Draco," he breathed, licking up the pre-come gathered at the tip. "Fucking live for this cock."
Harry's words and his face as he said it, made Draco's entire body tremble with excitement. "What do you want me to do with that cock?" he asked breathlessly.
Harry flicked his tongue over the head and then slid his lips over it, sucking and shivering again with even more intense arousal. "Slide it in my arse," he gasped when he pulled his mouth away again, though he continued to lick. "Fuck me until I can't even fucking remember my name."
"Fuck, yes," Draco responded, pulling Harry's hair to bring the man up to him.
Harry moved to stand, tugging his own shirt off as he did and then pressing bare skin to Draco's as he kissed him.
Draco kissed him passionately, almost harshly. He walked Harry backward as he did until they came to the desk.
Harry scrambled to remove his trousers as they made their way across the room, hands fumbling with the top button.
Draco pushed Harry's hands away, nearly ripping the zipper on the man's trousers as he tore them open and pushed them down his hips.
Harry's eyes widened and he gasped, his cock twitching and his heart speeding up. "Fuck," he whispered, watching the hungry look on Draco's face.
"Turn around and bend over the desk," Draco told him, yanking the cloth all the way down and then pulling it off Harry.
Harry quickly moved to do as told, pushing his arse out invitingly as he turned to his head to look over his shoulder.
The blond stood back up and leaned over Harry, sliding his hands down his back, letting his nails drag lightly over the skin as he did.
Harry moaned, grabbing the edge of the desk as he arched into Draco's touch like a cat.
"Oh, yes, you like that," Draco purred in return, continuing now over Harry's arse and down his legs.
Harry moaned again and took in a quiet but audible breath. "Yeah," he whispered, his cock leaking.
When he reached Harry's ankles, Draco reversed directions and drew his nails up the inside of Harry's legs, slowly moving closer to his balls.
"Oh, fuck, baby," Harry whispered, biting his lip as Draco came nearer. He spread his legs wider, wanting to be touched between them.
Draco knelt between Harry's legs, making sure to lighten the pressure of the nails even more as he drew them over his lover's balls.
Harry hissed in pleasure, squirming against Draco's hand.
Draco gently cupped that sac, leaning in to kiss the rounded arsecheeks of his lover. He thought about how those testicles made the seed that had created their children and he smiled.
Panting, Harry looked over his shoulder again to see what Draco was doing. "I'm so fucking hard," he said in deep voice, hoping to spur Draco into undoubtedly pleasurable action.
Draco chuckled, a deep sound of delight as he slid his hands up again, lying one palm on each arsecheek before spreading them. "Have to prepare you a bit," he said, then pressed his face into the crevice, tongue stretching to find his lover's opening.
Harry cried out loudly, hands tightening on the desk. "Oh, fuck, prepare all you want," he gasped.
Draco made a grunting noise in his throat as he ran the tip of his tongue around that tight ring.
"God, I fucking love your tongue in my arse," Harry moaned. "Feels so good, baby."
Harry's words seemed to go straight to Draco's cock, making it twitch. He pressed his tongue into the centre, pushing into Harry.
"Oh, fuck," Harry let out in a strangled voice. "Oh, baby, yes. Fuck me with your mouth," he babbled.
Draco was thrilled to do just that, lips pressed around that hole and tongue wiggling into that tight ring, working its way inside.
Harry lowered his forehead against the desk, panting over the surface. "Draco," he groaned, unable to help moving his hips a little. "Oh, yes."
Draco thrust and sucked until he couldn't wait any longer. He stood then and reached for a drawer of his desk, finding a bottle of oil he had left there the year before, when they had been doing their room-by-room game. He dipped his fingers into it and then slicked his cock.
Harry pressed his arse out again as if it would make Draco go faster. "Fuck me," he groaned. "I want your cock inside me so bad."
"Yes, baby," Draco purred, "I am going to fuck you so deep." He slid the head of his cock along the crevice until he came to the now-wet hole. He pressed forward, feeling the ring of muscle stretch and give as he breached him.
Harry arched his back with the sensation of being filled, his shoulder blades rising up. "So deep," he repeated, toes curling.
Draco moaned as he slowly slid forward, fingers holding his lover's arse cheeks open so he could watch his cock sinking into him.
Harry sucked a breath in through his teeth, his arse clenching around the intrusion. "Never stop, never stop," he whimpered.
"Never going to stop," Draco agreed, pressing into him until he was balls-deep in the other man. He leaned forward, kissing Harry's back.
"Yes," Harry whispered, feeling every inch of Draco inside him, stretching him. "Feels so good, so fucking thick, baby, perfect," he groaned, babbling again.
"I love being inside you, feeling your body holding me inside," Draco gasped. He kissed Harry's skin again and then, holding his hips, pulled back slowly.
Harry moaned with the pleasurable slide out, trying to hold Draco as tightly as he could as he clenched his muscles around him.
"Oh, yes," Draco gasped at that tightness. "Slow or fast, baby?"
"Hard," Harry moaned. "Any way you want, just fuck me hard."
"Hold on tight," Draco warned him and then slammed his hips forward.
"Fuck!" Harry shouted, hands tightening even more without needing Draco to say it. "Oh, fuck, yes like that, Draco."
"Oh, baby, yes!" Draco shouted as he began to pump his hips, thrusting into his lover.
Harry's moans and cries grew louder and louder as he was pounded into the desk, his eyes shut tight. He knew it wouldn't take him long to come this way.
Sweat dripped from his body as Draco thrust hard and fast, moaning. His hard thrusts into Harry brought his own balls slapping against his lover's and he delighted in it.
"Oh, fuck, I'm coming!" Harry yelled, not even touching his cock as his orgasm rose up and made his entire body shake.
Draco actually growled then, responding to his lover's body shuddering beneath him. He thrust in hard, filling Harry with his seed. He fell forward a bit, forehead pressed between Harry's shoulder blades, panting.
Harry continued to tremble and slowly pulled his aching fingers away from the desk edges.
Draco's legs trembled now, worn out from his efforts. He laid several kisses over his lover's back, sliding his hands up the other man's sides as he did.
"Merlin, you're so fucking good," Harry said hoarsely.
Draco laughed happily at that. "Glad you enjoyed it," he said. Then he laid his palms on either side of Harry, pushing himself up and back. He trembled and staggered back, his legs giving out beneath him.
Harry wobbled as he pushed himself away from the desk, turning as quickly as he could, and then went down to the floor beside Draco. "Are you okay?" he asked.
Draco was sitting on his arse, still wearing his robe. He laughed and fell back. "I feel fantastic ... and spent," he laughed.
Harry smiled at him, relaxing. "You look fantastic and spent," he said with an eyebrow waggle, lying down on the floor as well and resting his head over Draco's chest.
Draco wrapped his arm around his lover, fingers playing with his hair. After a few minutes he whispered, "I promise. No more major decisions without talking to you first."
Harry smiled gently at that and nodded, pressing a small kiss to Draco's skin. "Thank you," he whispered back.
A high-pitched cry broke the quiet then, and was soon joined by a second one.
Harry rolled his eyes toward the ceiling and shook his head. "Well," he said, "at least they waited for the fun to be over."
Draco chuckled again. "Help me up, Harry," he said. "Duty calls."
Harry pushed himself up off of Draco with a groan. His hips were sore after all that slamming into the desk. He bent and reached his hands out to Draco.
Draco got up with his lover's help and then belted his robe. "Apparate us, baby," he said, knowing he wasn't going to be able to walk upstairs.
Harry quickly pulled his trousers back on and took his wand in hand, performing Cleaning Charms on both of them, and then wrapped arms tightly around Draco. He Apparated them outside Corvus and Caelum's bedroom door, thinking the crack of it would scare them if too close.
Draco held onto Harry and then sank into one of the chairs in the nursery when they got inside, holding out his hands for Harry to give him a baby.
Both boys' faces were red as they screamed like they would never stop. "Oh, the joy of two boys," Harry said fondly as he shook his head, taking Corvus to give to Draco, which made Caelum screech louder.
"Oh, such a fuss," Draco scolded his son, rocking the infant.
Kreacher popped in a minute later, holding two bottles of formula.
Harry lifted Caelum into his arms and sat in the second chair beside Draco. "Thank you, Kreacher," he said, taking one of the bottles. The elf moved forward and handed Draco a bottle as well before popping away again.
Draco held the bottle to Corvus' mouth and watched. He smiled at the baby and then at Harry. "Perfect," he whispered.
Harry looked up from Caelum, smiling at Draco in return. "Perfect," he agreed.
Chapter Title: Hard Truth
Words: 4033 Words
Harry rubbed hard at his forehead as he sat in bed with his back against the headboard, trying to concentrate on the work he'd brought home because there was so much of it. It was difficult to get done. Without Narcissa there constantly, Ron and Hermione also gone, and Draco still unable to walk very well, the twins were much harder to look after. It seemed like they cried twice as much, needed feeding twice as much, changing twice as much and everything twice as much, and it had only been a few days since Harry had gone back to work. The babies were exhausting.
Draco looked down at the papers on their bed and shook his head. It was bad enough he didn't see Harry all day, but then when Harry came home, he barely paid any attention to Draco at all. The blond sighed and hung up his dressing gown before sitting down on what was left of the mattress.
Harry was vaguely aware that Draco was there, and only looked up to make sure that he wasn't squashing anything. "Where are the boys?" he asked absently, quickly jotting down the incantation for an Obliteration Charm.
"Sleeping, for the moment," Draco said. He lay back on the bed, naked, and stretched, watching to see if Harry even noticed.
"Don't roll on that parchment, babe," Harry said, noticing the movement out of the corner of his eye but not actually looking up.
Draco scowled and sat up, throwing his legs off the bed and getting to his feet again. He reached for his robe again.
Harry did look up then, frowning. "What?"
Draco's eyes narrowed and his lips were set in a thin line as he tied the belt on his black silk dressing gown.
Harry sighed, rubbing his forehead again. "I have to get this done," he said a little sharply. "I'm sorry, but I have to."
"Then do it," Draco hissed, walking toward the door of the room.
"I will, then," Harry snapped back, not wanting to fight but unable to help it.
Draco stumbled, but managed to catch himself on the edge of the door, muttering profanity in various languages as he did. He opened the door and stalked out of the room.
Harry was not going to follow him, not only because he wasn't going to go to his knees like a puppy, but because he really did have to get the paperwork in. Did Draco not realise he was more than a bloody month behind?
Draco leaned against the wall, face in his hands. He was not going to cry, he told himself.
Harry stayed in bed, still trying to work and getting angrier because he could feel the guilt niggling at him. It made it even harder to concentrate.
Draco debated with himself. Should he go to the library and try to read, or go lie down in one of the guest rooms? He began to make his way to the stairs. He had forgot to grab his cane.
Harry wished there were a spell to block out everything except what he actually wanted to think about. He tapped his quill on the parchment, mind still on Draco and how much of a bloody prat he could be.
Standing at the top of the stairs, Draco paused. Maybe he should Apparate instead of trying them.
Harry sighed, wondering if going to find Draco to make up after their tiny squabble would help him get done faster. Merlin, he was such a bloody arse-kisser. He frowned at his own thought.
Draco held the rail and began to make his way down the stairs. As luck would have it, his legs began to tremble before he made it to the first landing, and then completely gave out a few steps later. He fell in heap, resuming his profane chant.
Harry heard the crash and jumped out of bed without a second thought, spilling ink as he flew out of the bedroom. He took in a loud, sharp breath when he set eyes on Draco and bounded down the steps, his heart pounding. "Are you all right? Did you break anything?" he asked frantically, probably sounding like Draco's mother.
Draco sighed and began pulling himself to his feet again.
Harry sighed too, one of relief. And then he scowled. "Merlin, Draco, you scared the fuck out of me. Why are you trying to get down the bloody stairs?"
Draco scowled. "Why do you bloody well care?" he snapped.
"Oh, well, I can see why you would ask that question," Harry said, highly sarcastic. "I shouldn't care at all that you fell down the steps."
"I just stumbled," Draco retorted, taking hold of the banister to continue down.
Harry growled in frustration. "You're going to fall again," he snapped.
"Well, at least you noticed I am here," Draco snapped back, legs trembling again.
Harry's eyes widened at that. "Are you fucking kidding me?" he exclaimed, hurrying past Draco to stand facing up at him from the step below. At least he would be able to catch him then.
"You are in my way," Draco accused.
"Oh, should I move so you can break your neck?" Harry asked, sarcastic again.
Draco thought of retorting that he would break Harry's, but he just shook his head. Instead, he concentrated and Apparated himself to the library.
Harry clenched his teeth when Draco disappeared. He spun, nearly falling down the steps himself, he went so fast. He didn't know where Draco had gone, so he checked several rooms before he finally found him. "All you can do is bloody think about yourself," he snapped. "I'm not paying attention to you. We do happen to have twins, Draco. And I missed more than a fucking month of work. Ever stop to think why that is?"
Draco picked up the book he had been looking for and then looked over his shoulder at Harry, arching an eyebrow. "Because I am bloody selfish?"
"Yes," Harry hissed, truly angry now. "You are. You didn't tell me you were going to do what you did! You wrote me a fucking note! Like that was supposed to make everything fine! Perfectly fucking okay! You had to do it your own fucking way, no matter what anyone else told you. Do you know what it was like coming home to a bed full of blood and you nearly dead! Do you know what it was like when the Healer told me you might never wake up! That even if you did you would have – fucking – have fucking problems! Do you know what that was fucking like?"
Draco closed his eyes. So they had finally reached it. He had known when he made the decision that it would anger Harry. He supposed it was a good sign that Harry felt he was well enough to be yelled at now. The blond took a deep breath and turned to face him, eyes narrowed. "No, I don't," he said coldly. "Nor do you have any idea what it is like to carry two people inside yourself and then be told you die or they do."
"You didn't have to do what you did, Draco," Harry said. "You could have told me."
"And then what? What would you have done?" Draco sneered.
Harry shook his head at him, glaring. "You could have given me the chance to say what I might have wanted to say, instead of stripping it from me because it was what you thought was best. You could've had me help you. You didn't know what was going to happen, but you think you know everything."
"I know you, better than you do," Draco hissed. "What would have happened if I'd died? What would have happened to you?"
"What the hell kind of question is that?" Harry asked, heart clenching as he thought about what he really might have done.
"I know the answer. You would have blamed yourself," Draco replied. "You wouldn't have wanted to try my plan and if I had convinced you to try it and it didn't work, you would have gone mad with guilt."
"I would've gone mad anyway, Draco," Harry half-whispered. "I was going mad. If I hadn't said I wanted children, you would have never done it. No matter which way you look at it, it would have been my fault."
"No!" Draco yelled, shaking. "I chose it. I didn't tell you about the chance of getting pregnant, let alone that I had taken a Fertility Potion. I made the choice to keep them and I made the choice to birth them. My choices. All because I didn't want you to feel this way!" Draco was trembling and swaying.
"But it's true," Harry whispered, not wanting to lie. "I did feel that way." He crossed to Draco, sliding an arm around his waist. "I know what you tried to do, I know you tried to make it so that I would be okay, but you overlooked the fact that I wouldn't be okay no matter what. And if you had died, I would have never stopped thinking about what I might have told you, the things I would have wanted to say before never being able to talk to you again."
Draco's hands shook as he put his hands on Harry's shoulders. "I wanted them, Harry," he said, voice shaking as much as his hands. "I wanted to be a family."
"I know," Harry said. "And I wanted them, too. I do want them. I love them more than anything. I just wish you would have thought you could tell me."
Draco slid his hand up until he could cup his lover's cheek. "Did you tell Ron and Hermione before you went into the woods to face Voldemort?"
"That was different," Harry told him, wanting him to understand the way he felt. "I knew I had to die. I knew it was the only way. They would have got themselves killed if I would have told them."
Draco smiled, thumb caressing his lover's lips. "Yes, you knew that. The way I know what I know about you. I had to do it, Harry. I know I didn't save the world. But I had the right to try to save my children."
"What makes you think you would've had to die to do that?" Harry asked, staring at Draco intently.
"I read everything there was on pregnancy. There was a greater danger to the twins if I let Sharpner try the other way. It was safer for me, but not for them," Draco insisted.
Harry sighed. "I still think you should have told me," he said. "I don't think there's much you can say to change my mind. They weren't inside me, but I do understand wanting to do anything you can for them. I would have liked to have been prepared, at the least."
Draco looked into his eyes and knew that Harry meant it. "I know," he said. "I will try not to do anything like that again." He half smiled at that.
"I believe that if we ever use that potion again," said Harry, "I will personally make sure there are no Fertility Potions in the vicinity, and we will use a Contraceptive Spell." He gave a bit of a smile himself.
Draco grinned at the idea of using the potion again. "For the moment," he said, voice dropping, "I like having my balls back." He stepped closer, pressing himself against Harry.
Harry raised an eyebrow, smirking. "You are," he said, voice dropping as well, "the most sex-crazed person I have ever met." He slid his hands around to the small of Draco's back.
"Oh, I think I may have met my match," Draco answered, fingers sliding back into Harry's hair. He rotated his hips, rubbing himself against Harry's hip.
Harry released a quiet sound from his throat. "Merlin, I'm never going to get my work done," he breathed, closing his mouth over Draco's.
Draco turned his head, tongue thrusting inside his lover's mouth. His arousal slid against the silk of his robe as he began to rock against Harry.
Harry moved forward and pressed Draco against the bookcase, one leg between Draco's thighs.
The blond moaned, sliding one hand down Harry's back, cupping his arse. "Yes, baby," he encouraged, rubbing against his leg.
Harry slid a hand over the light material of Draco's dressing gown, reaching for the belt. He tugged on it and then let the gown hang open. It looked sexy against Draco's pale skin.
Draco sighed as the silk slid back over his skin, exposing him to his lover's hungry gaze. He was thrilled to see Harry look at him like that.
Harry brushed his parted lips over Draco's skin, down his neck and across his collarbone. "Tell me what you want me to do to you," he whispered, sliding a hand down Draco's naked chest.
Draco gasped, fingers tightening in Harry's hair. He wanted so much, and it made his body tremble in anticipation. "Suck me, baby," he whispered.
Harry grinned as he continued to graze his mouth over Draco, dropping lower and getting to his knees. He slid his hands slowly up Draco's legs, over his thighs, and then higher up, over his belly. He pressed forward, kissing slowly over Draco's shaft.
Draco's head fell back, thunking into the bookshelf behind him. He spread his legs a little wider. "Oh, yes," he sighed.
Harry slid his tongue along the soft, warm skin and then gently kissed his way lower, giving careful, torturous attention to Draco's balls.
"Yes, yes," Draco chanted, the feel of Harry's tongue laving his sac making his entire body shudder.
Harry looked up at Draco, stroking his stomach and hips with his hands before moving one down to grasp Draco's cock and pull back the foreskin. He slid his mouth up again, licking slowly along the ridge of Draco's cock.
Draco moaned, panting at the intensity of the sensations. "Yes, oh baby, yes!"
Harry trembled with arousal, his erection straining against his trousers. "I love sucking your cock, Draco," he breathed, licking up the pre-come gathered at the tip. "Fucking live for this cock."
Harry's words and his face as he said it, made Draco's entire body tremble with excitement. "What do you want me to do with that cock?" he asked breathlessly.
Harry flicked his tongue over the head and then slid his lips over it, sucking and shivering again with even more intense arousal. "Slide it in my arse," he gasped when he pulled his mouth away again, though he continued to lick. "Fuck me until I can't even fucking remember my name."
"Fuck, yes," Draco responded, pulling Harry's hair to bring the man up to him.
Harry moved to stand, tugging his own shirt off as he did and then pressing bare skin to Draco's as he kissed him.
Draco kissed him passionately, almost harshly. He walked Harry backward as he did until they came to the desk.
Harry scrambled to remove his trousers as they made their way across the room, hands fumbling with the top button.
Draco pushed Harry's hands away, nearly ripping the zipper on the man's trousers as he tore them open and pushed them down his hips.
Harry's eyes widened and he gasped, his cock twitching and his heart speeding up. "Fuck," he whispered, watching the hungry look on Draco's face.
"Turn around and bend over the desk," Draco told him, yanking the cloth all the way down and then pulling it off Harry.
Harry quickly moved to do as told, pushing his arse out invitingly as he turned to his head to look over his shoulder.
The blond stood back up and leaned over Harry, sliding his hands down his back, letting his nails drag lightly over the skin as he did.
Harry moaned, grabbing the edge of the desk as he arched into Draco's touch like a cat.
"Oh, yes, you like that," Draco purred in return, continuing now over Harry's arse and down his legs.
Harry moaned again and took in a quiet but audible breath. "Yeah," he whispered, his cock leaking.
When he reached Harry's ankles, Draco reversed directions and drew his nails up the inside of Harry's legs, slowly moving closer to his balls.
"Oh, fuck, baby," Harry whispered, biting his lip as Draco came nearer. He spread his legs wider, wanting to be touched between them.
Draco knelt between Harry's legs, making sure to lighten the pressure of the nails even more as he drew them over his lover's balls.
Harry hissed in pleasure, squirming against Draco's hand.
Draco gently cupped that sac, leaning in to kiss the rounded arsecheeks of his lover. He thought about how those testicles made the seed that had created their children and he smiled.
Panting, Harry looked over his shoulder again to see what Draco was doing. "I'm so fucking hard," he said in deep voice, hoping to spur Draco into undoubtedly pleasurable action.
Draco chuckled, a deep sound of delight as he slid his hands up again, lying one palm on each arsecheek before spreading them. "Have to prepare you a bit," he said, then pressed his face into the crevice, tongue stretching to find his lover's opening.
Harry cried out loudly, hands tightening on the desk. "Oh, fuck, prepare all you want," he gasped.
Draco made a grunting noise in his throat as he ran the tip of his tongue around that tight ring.
"God, I fucking love your tongue in my arse," Harry moaned. "Feels so good, baby."
Harry's words seemed to go straight to Draco's cock, making it twitch. He pressed his tongue into the centre, pushing into Harry.
"Oh, fuck," Harry let out in a strangled voice. "Oh, baby, yes. Fuck me with your mouth," he babbled.
Draco was thrilled to do just that, lips pressed around that hole and tongue wiggling into that tight ring, working its way inside.
Harry lowered his forehead against the desk, panting over the surface. "Draco," he groaned, unable to help moving his hips a little. "Oh, yes."
Draco thrust and sucked until he couldn't wait any longer. He stood then and reached for a drawer of his desk, finding a bottle of oil he had left there the year before, when they had been doing their room-by-room game. He dipped his fingers into it and then slicked his cock.
Harry pressed his arse out again as if it would make Draco go faster. "Fuck me," he groaned. "I want your cock inside me so bad."
"Yes, baby," Draco purred, "I am going to fuck you so deep." He slid the head of his cock along the crevice until he came to the now-wet hole. He pressed forward, feeling the ring of muscle stretch and give as he breached him.
Harry arched his back with the sensation of being filled, his shoulder blades rising up. "So deep," he repeated, toes curling.
Draco moaned as he slowly slid forward, fingers holding his lover's arse cheeks open so he could watch his cock sinking into him.
Harry sucked a breath in through his teeth, his arse clenching around the intrusion. "Never stop, never stop," he whimpered.
"Never going to stop," Draco agreed, pressing into him until he was balls-deep in the other man. He leaned forward, kissing Harry's back.
"Yes," Harry whispered, feeling every inch of Draco inside him, stretching him. "Feels so good, so fucking thick, baby, perfect," he groaned, babbling again.
"I love being inside you, feeling your body holding me inside," Draco gasped. He kissed Harry's skin again and then, holding his hips, pulled back slowly.
Harry moaned with the pleasurable slide out, trying to hold Draco as tightly as he could as he clenched his muscles around him.
"Oh, yes," Draco gasped at that tightness. "Slow or fast, baby?"
"Hard," Harry moaned. "Any way you want, just fuck me hard."
"Hold on tight," Draco warned him and then slammed his hips forward.
"Fuck!" Harry shouted, hands tightening even more without needing Draco to say it. "Oh, fuck, yes like that, Draco."
"Oh, baby, yes!" Draco shouted as he began to pump his hips, thrusting into his lover.
Harry's moans and cries grew louder and louder as he was pounded into the desk, his eyes shut tight. He knew it wouldn't take him long to come this way.
Sweat dripped from his body as Draco thrust hard and fast, moaning. His hard thrusts into Harry brought his own balls slapping against his lover's and he delighted in it.
"Oh, fuck, I'm coming!" Harry yelled, not even touching his cock as his orgasm rose up and made his entire body shake.
Draco actually growled then, responding to his lover's body shuddering beneath him. He thrust in hard, filling Harry with his seed. He fell forward a bit, forehead pressed between Harry's shoulder blades, panting.
Harry continued to tremble and slowly pulled his aching fingers away from the desk edges.
Draco's legs trembled now, worn out from his efforts. He laid several kisses over his lover's back, sliding his hands up the other man's sides as he did.
"Merlin, you're so fucking good," Harry said hoarsely.
Draco laughed happily at that. "Glad you enjoyed it," he said. Then he laid his palms on either side of Harry, pushing himself up and back. He trembled and staggered back, his legs giving out beneath him.
Harry wobbled as he pushed himself away from the desk, turning as quickly as he could, and then went down to the floor beside Draco. "Are you okay?" he asked.
Draco was sitting on his arse, still wearing his robe. He laughed and fell back. "I feel fantastic ... and spent," he laughed.
Harry smiled at him, relaxing. "You look fantastic and spent," he said with an eyebrow waggle, lying down on the floor as well and resting his head over Draco's chest.
Draco wrapped his arm around his lover, fingers playing with his hair. After a few minutes he whispered, "I promise. No more major decisions without talking to you first."
Harry smiled gently at that and nodded, pressing a small kiss to Draco's skin. "Thank you," he whispered back.
A high-pitched cry broke the quiet then, and was soon joined by a second one.
Harry rolled his eyes toward the ceiling and shook his head. "Well," he said, "at least they waited for the fun to be over."
Draco chuckled again. "Help me up, Harry," he said. "Duty calls."
Harry pushed himself up off of Draco with a groan. His hips were sore after all that slamming into the desk. He bent and reached his hands out to Draco.
Draco got up with his lover's help and then belted his robe. "Apparate us, baby," he said, knowing he wasn't going to be able to walk upstairs.
Harry quickly pulled his trousers back on and took his wand in hand, performing Cleaning Charms on both of them, and then wrapped arms tightly around Draco. He Apparated them outside Corvus and Caelum's bedroom door, thinking the crack of it would scare them if too close.
Draco held onto Harry and then sank into one of the chairs in the nursery when they got inside, holding out his hands for Harry to give him a baby.
Both boys' faces were red as they screamed like they would never stop. "Oh, the joy of two boys," Harry said fondly as he shook his head, taking Corvus to give to Draco, which made Caelum screech louder.
"Oh, such a fuss," Draco scolded his son, rocking the infant.
Kreacher popped in a minute later, holding two bottles of formula.
Harry lifted Caelum into his arms and sat in the second chair beside Draco. "Thank you, Kreacher," he said, taking one of the bottles. The elf moved forward and handed Draco a bottle as well before popping away again.
Draco held the bottle to Corvus' mouth and watched. He smiled at the baby and then at Harry. "Perfect," he whispered.
Harry looked up from Caelum, smiling at Draco in return. "Perfect," he agreed.