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Blood, Love and Sacrifice
Chapter Number/Total: 47/49
Chapter Title: Blood, Love and Sacrifice
Words: 3330 Words
Harry looked down his body at Draco, chuckling at his smugness. "You know," he said, thinking, "you never did use your winnings from that bet we had."
"Not yet." Draco smiled, pulling himself out of the chair and then crawling into the bed to lie next to Harry.
Harry turned on his side to face Draco and propped his head up on his hand, smiling at him. "Nor did we ever have that Quidditch match, although I suppose I can't play now." He rubbed his own stomach lightly.
Draco reached his hand over, running gentle fingers over Harry's belly and smiling at what he felt there. In fact, it quite distracted him for a moment.
Harry sighed. "I can still hardly believe it," he said quietly. "I feel like I should be more freaked out than I am. That I'm a man having a baby. It's certainly not something I ever thought I would do."
"It's stronger than it was a week ago," Draco said, contently playing with the soft hair on Harry's belly as well.
"Good," said Harry happily. "He's growing."
Draco could barely begin to put words to how happy he was at this moment. "You protected him, you know," he said.
"How?" Harry asked. "I wasn't even aware of putting up that shield."
Draco considered for a minute, unable to pull his hand away from either Harry or the spark in his flesh. "You do realise that just a few minutes ago you did some pretty powerful nonverbal, wandless magic?"
Harry gave a sort of half-shrug. "I guess so," he said.
"Your magic works differently than most wizards'," Draco said quietly. "You are more powerful when you are concentrating on the goal, not the spell," he said quietly.
Harry nodded, interested. "I wonder if I could learn to specifically protect him. I want to learn to if I can."
"Your magic automatically protected him, the same way it manifests your desires in other areas," Draco smirked, "even when you are unaware of just what those desires are."
"Good, because I want him to be safe. I just wonder if I could learn to make it work without it hurting me like it did. If ... I'm fighting Voldemort ... I can't just stop and clutch my stomach."
"It hurt?" Draco asked.
Harry nodded. "Yeah. It felt like my guts were going to fall out."
Draco frowned. "You can throw off Imperious and have deflected the Killing Curse, right?" he asked.
"Yeah, I can throw off Imperious, but I deflected the Killing Curse because of my mother," Harry said.
"How did that work?" Draco asked, intrigued.
"She died to save me," Harry said, hand still on his own stomach with Draco's. "Very old magic that Voldemort didn't think of. It's why there was protection at the Dursleys'. The protection was in her blood - therefore my aunt's blood. She sacrificed herself for me. I guess love was the power."
"Love was the power," Draco repeated in a far away voice, thinking. "Her blood, your aunt's blood - blood and love."
"Mmhm," said Harry, nodding. "Seems to help a lot where I'm concerned."
"Remember when I told you that blood matters," Draco said. "Even Dumbledore acknowledged that, you see."
Harry nodded again. "It must," he said.
"So your mother's magic manifested itself through her love and her blood connection to you," Draco said. "You are now the parent, doing the same for your child."
Harry smiled. "Good," he said again.
"What happened just before you were hit with Cruciatus? What were you doing?" Draco asked.
Harry paused and thought for a few seconds. "I shot a Stunner at Rodolphus to get him away from you," he said. "Bellatrix cast Crucio on me while my attention was away from her."
"You were trying to save me," Draco said quietly. "Blood, love and sacrifice - a powerful combination."
"And that saved the baby?" Harry asked.
"If the baby is what I think it is," Draco said, "it is a combination of our blood, our magic, and our love. It would make sense that you would protect it even at your own expense." Draco frowned then.
"Of course I would," Harry said quietly.
"It would be better if your magic shielded both of you," Draco said, a frown still wrinkling his brow.
"That's why I should learn to do that," Harry said. "It's a matter of knowing how to do it quick enough, I imagine."
"For you," Draco's said, "it's a matter of making it automatic, not just when you think about it. We have another Order practise coming up. Maybe Shielding Spells should be the focus this time."
Harry nodded. "Yeah," he said. "That would be good."
"At least we now know that you can break magical ropes." Draco smirked.
Harry smiled but was serious when he said, "That could very much come in handy."
"I can do nonverbal spells, but not wandless," Draco said. "That's an amazing thing to be able to do. I would have had to Summon my wand and use it to get out of the ropes."
"I didn't know I could do it," Harry said. "It's sort of hard, but I think I get better after I've managed a few times." He paused. "Dumbledore could do it. And Voldemort. But magic is still stronger with my wand."
"Either one apparently." Draco smirked again, stroking a little lower on Harry's belly.
Harry snorted. "I certainly hope so," he said, waggling his eyebrows.
"Harry, binding spells are supposed to require a wand to do as well," Draco said, but even though he was serious, he couldn't help a smirk as he allowed his hand to follow the trail of soft hair down.
Harry squirmed a tiny bit under Draco's hand. "Damn," he said. "I did that all by myself then and shouldn't have been able to? No wonder everyone seemed confused about it being an accident."
Draco snorted, hand finding the soft, damp hair at the base of Harry's cock. "Yes, fucking amazing wand," he said as he began petting it.
Harry sucked in a slow, shaky breath, feeling himself getting aroused. "Perhaps you should teach me proper wand care," he said, raising an eyebrow.
Draco's smirk grew with Harry's erection. He wrapped his hand around that lovely flesh and began slowly sliding fingers and foreskin up and down.
Harry took his bottom lip between his teeth and closed his eyes, breathing steadily. He spread his legs wider, giving Draco more room.
Draco let go of Harry's cock and Summoned his wand, doing spells to clean up from earlier and then a Lube Spell. Then he wrapped his now slick fingers around Harry's cock again and lay his face on Harry's belly, looking down at what he was doing.
"Yes," Harry whispered, a steady thrumming pleasure circulating throughout his body. "So good."
Draco kissed the soft skin of Harry's belly and continued to use his fingers to their best skill, squeezing between thumb and forefinger on the way up, sliding his thumb over the head and then gently pulling on the foreskin as he slid back down to the base.
Harry placed a hand in Draco's soft hair and fisted the covers on the bed with his other hand. His breathing picked up as the sensation between his legs intensified, making his toes curl.
Draco felt a soft glowing joy at doing this. He licked his lips as liquid gathered at the tip of that soft red crown.
Harry was panting now, imagining what Draco had looked like on top of him when he'd demonstrated a position they could use later on. "Yes, Draco," he groaned.
Draco's own cock filled as Harry's magic rose and the magic in his belly seemed to swell with it as well. Draco smiled, kissing that spot but then kissing his way down toward that glistening cock.
Harry opened his eyes and watched Draco's hair trail behind him on his stomach. So gorgeous. He groaned again, opening his legs even wider.
Draco's mouth was so close to the head of Harry's cock that his thumb brushed his own lips on the upstroke. He watched in rapt fascination and arousal as fluid seeped out during the down stroke.
"Draco," Harry let out in a strangled voice, his hand pulling at the covers and his feet squirming and pushing at the mattress. "Draco, Merlin, Draco."
Draco inhaled the musky scent of his lover and was lost in the texture and feel of him. The next time pre-come pearled at the tip, he pointed his tongue and licked the slit.
Harry took a sharp breath and arched his back off the bed, pulling even more tightly against the covers. Just the thought of Draco's tongue there, even though he'd done it a million times, was enough to make Harry shudder with need and pleasure.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, loving the taste and reaching his tongue for more, swirling over the reddened soft skin as he continued to stroke the shaft with his fingers.
"Please, Draco, please," Harry begged. "Oh, Merlin, please." He tried not to thrust into Draco's face, tried to keep still on the bed, even though his body was trembling.
Draco enjoyed Harry's begging but wasn't willing to rush himself - yet. He moved his face a little lower, taking just the head of the cock into his mouth and continuing to swirl his tongue as he began to suck.
Harry moaned as his balls tightened and his cock twitched, Draco's mouth driving him utterly insane. "Fuck," he whined, voice high and somehow low at the same time.
"Mmm," Draco deliberately hummed against that sensitive tip.
"Fuck," Harry whined again, another twitch and spark of pleasure going up his spine. "Draco, please suck me," he said, panting. "Please, put it in your mouth."
Draco chuckled, complying by sliding his hand down, pulling back Harry's foreskin as he moved his mouth down to take both head and upper part of the shaft into his mouth, gripping the base with his hand.
Harry groaned with relief. "Yes," he moaned. "Oh, Merlin, fuck yes." He watched Draco's head between his legs and wondered if there was a hotter sight.
Draco bobbed his head now, his cheek caressing the skin above Harry's cock as he did and his hand cupping Harry with his fingers wrapped around the base. His eyes were closed and his breathing synchronised with his movements as he slid the head progressively further into his mouth each time he moved down.
Harry was gasping and moaning on every other breath now, squirming and writhing and tossing his head. "Oh, yes, fuck!" he cried.
Gods, Draco loved doing this. Loved the taste and texture, the feel of the blood pumping in that thick shaft and Harry's moans. All of that would be exciting on its own, but it was astounding when you added the magic that crackled with fire when Harry was aroused.
Harry couldn't believe how good this felt, even after he'd come already, even after Draco had done this to him so many times, but it was always the most extreme pleasure in the world. His body felt alight with it as he shook and moaned, twisting his fingers in Draco's hair. "Gonna come!" he warned, arching a bit more.
Draco would have chuckled at the declaration if he wasn't preoccupied with sliding that thick cock as deep into his throat as he could. Harry's magic always announced his orgasm before he said it, but he loved the way Harry talked during sex.
Harry pulled Draco's hair unintentionally and gripped the blanket very tightly, coming hard into Draco's mouth and shouting his release. "Oh, Merlin, fuck yes!"
The combination of Harry's cock twitching and shooting come into his mouth, his hair being pulled, and his lover's magic flooding through him brought Draco's orgasm as well.
Harry held onto the blanket and Draco's hair until he was completely spent, and then he went limp, gasping for breath.
Draco sucked and licked and swallowed until Harry's cock was soft and clean. He kissed it gently and then crawled back up Harry's side until his face was pressed to the other man's chest and his hand lay on his belly. He sighed happily.
Harry sighed too, feeling completely content and happy and wonderful. "Perfect," he said like Draco had earlier.
"Yes," Draco agreed, closing his eyes and letting the warm happy feelings put him to sleep.
Harry smiled, and with a hand joining Draco's, he drifted off as well.
***
Harry, Draco, Ron and Hermione had been searching for any information they could about Horcruxes over the last few weeks, but hadn't found anything new. There had been Order meetings about tactics and safety and the meetings to improve fighting skills. Harry had been practising Shield Charms and was getting even better with them than he had been already. They were all so busy that Harry didn't even notice the holidays creeping upon them and soon it was time to decorate and make plans.
The Weasley's, Neville, Luna, Lupin and Tonks were invited to spend the night on Christmas eve for dinner so that they could all be together on Christmas morning.
All the friends had arrived earlier in the day and had enjoyed the amazing meal that had been served at dinner time. The mood was very warm and safe. They had retired to the largest sitting room with the largest tree in the Manor. Harry snuggled closer to Draco on the sofa and stared at the tree and then into the crackling fire, smiling softly and listening to the happy chatter in the room.
Draco was watching with amusement as Tonks and Ron played chess. Ginny, Hermione, Luna and Fleur seemed to form a little knot of conversation in one corner and from the laughter and occasional looks, Draco guessed the men were being discussed. Similarly, most of the men were discussing Quidditch. Draco would probably have enjoyed the women's conversation more, but was happily petting Harry's hair and listening with only a part of his attention.
Harry sighed happily at the feeling of Draco's hands on him.
"Oh, it's been so wonderful to not have to cook for a change," said Mrs. Weasley. "I know I've said it a thousand times tonight, but thank you for inviting us."
Harry smiled. "With all the times I've been round your place, and then letting me and Draco stay over the summer, this is the least we could do. And we want you here."
"It's nice to see such happiness in this old Manor," Draco said. "It was really meant for a community, not just us."
"Certainly is big enough for a community," said Mr. Weasley cheerfully, looking up at the high ceiling.
Harry nodded in agreement, yawning quietly. He'd been feeling more tired than usual lately.
Draco kissed his forehead and then leaned in to whisper in Harry's ear. "You didn't eat that much at dinner," he said.
Harry raised an eyebrow. He'd thought he'd eaten just fine. "Should I eat something now then?" he asked.
"What do you think you can handle?" Draco whispered. "You have been a bit finicky lately."
Harry shrugged. "Treacle tart?" he suggested, smiling.
Draco smirked. "You are getting as bad as me about sweets," he answered. When the house-elf Babb showed up with eggnog, he told her to bring a tray of sweets for the room, and especially the treacle tart for Harry. He also insisted that Harry could only have the eggnog that didn't have rum in it.
Harry smiled at Draco and felt very good and taken care of with his food and his nonalcoholic eggnog.
Draco smiled adoringly at his husband and his hand twitched a few times as he kept it from rubbing his belly again. He loved to feel the life growing there, but it would be too conspicuous to do so in front of others.
He looked up when he heard Mr. Weasley asking how they got out of the mess with the Ministry over the Lestrange "escape". Draco smiled up at him. "Well, most of that is Tonks, since she spoke on our behalf."
Tonks looked up from where she was cornered by Ron in the chess game, happy to have a distraction for the moment. "And I am out on bail thanks to that amazing solicitor who came forward," she smirked, "and the large bail bond put up by Draco and Harry."
"Believe me, Tonks," said Harry, "we'd do it again in a heartbeat."
"And if things are delayed long enough to keep you out of trouble," Draco said, "well, the money is expendable."
Harry nodded. "Very," he said.
Remus came up behind Tonks and was looking over her shoulder at the game. "I think you might as well concede that one," he told her. "Ron will have you in a couple turns."
She frowned. "I hate giving up until it is over."
Draco nodded, smiling and whispered to Harry, "I like that about her."
"Me too," said Harry, smiling.
Ron smirked smugly at Lupin's comment.
Draco stood up with his glass and used his wand to make the sound of a little bell, then waited until he had everyone's attention. "I wanted to propose a toast," he said, "to friendship and family and love in all its forms."
Harry grinned widely and raised his glass.
"Cheers!" said Fred and George in unison.
Everyone else raised their glasses too, smiling.
Harry took a drink and then set his glass on the low table, leaning back against the couch. He reached up and rubbed subconsciously at his forehead.
Draco sat back down and continued to drink when other people made toasts. He noticed Harry rubbing his head and frowned. He leaned over and kissed Harry's forehead, like he often did, only this time he was also using his magical connection to check on him.
Harry smiled again and let his hand drop into his lap, staring into the fire again. He was suddenly feeling a little excited and tapped his foot. He didn't know why.
Draco felt an odd sensation when he kissed his lover's skin and looked at him curiously. "How are you feeling?" he asked quietly.
Harry shrugged. "I don't know," he said. "Fine, I guess." He continued tapping his foot and then his whole leg was bouncing, but he wasn't nervous about anything...
"Does your head hurt?" Draco whispered.
Right when Draco asked that question, Harry had a sudden, strong, nearly uncontrollable urge to whoop, but his hand flew up to his scar where it was burning. He hissed though his teeth and pressed his fingers against it.
Everyone close to where he was sitting looked quickly up at him.
"Merde'," Draco cursed, eyes going wide. Harry's scar always held a residue of magic, but now it was pulsing. Ron was already sitting nearby but Hermione was across the room. "Hermione!" Draco called out, his arm still around Harry.
Hermione looked over confusedly. "What?" she asked, but then she caught sight of Harry and was on her feet and standing over him in seconds. "Harry, what is it?" she asked frantically.
"My scar," Harry said, wincing with his fingers still pressed to it. "It burns." But he could already feel it slowly fading away now.
Ron's eyes were wide as he stared from where he was sitting on the floor with Tonks.
"What does it mean?" Draco asked frantically. It had never done this since he had been with Harry.
"Oh, God," said Hermione, her hand covering her mouth.
"He's excited," said Harry, the pain finally subsiding into a dull ache. "He just did something that made him very, very happy."
"What?" asked Ron, going pale.
"I don't know," said Harry, his own eyes widening now as he tried to let that sink in. He felt neither warm nor safe anymore.
Chapter Title: Blood, Love and Sacrifice
Words: 3330 Words
Harry looked down his body at Draco, chuckling at his smugness. "You know," he said, thinking, "you never did use your winnings from that bet we had."
"Not yet." Draco smiled, pulling himself out of the chair and then crawling into the bed to lie next to Harry.
Harry turned on his side to face Draco and propped his head up on his hand, smiling at him. "Nor did we ever have that Quidditch match, although I suppose I can't play now." He rubbed his own stomach lightly.
Draco reached his hand over, running gentle fingers over Harry's belly and smiling at what he felt there. In fact, it quite distracted him for a moment.
Harry sighed. "I can still hardly believe it," he said quietly. "I feel like I should be more freaked out than I am. That I'm a man having a baby. It's certainly not something I ever thought I would do."
"It's stronger than it was a week ago," Draco said, contently playing with the soft hair on Harry's belly as well.
"Good," said Harry happily. "He's growing."
Draco could barely begin to put words to how happy he was at this moment. "You protected him, you know," he said.
"How?" Harry asked. "I wasn't even aware of putting up that shield."
Draco considered for a minute, unable to pull his hand away from either Harry or the spark in his flesh. "You do realise that just a few minutes ago you did some pretty powerful nonverbal, wandless magic?"
Harry gave a sort of half-shrug. "I guess so," he said.
"Your magic works differently than most wizards'," Draco said quietly. "You are more powerful when you are concentrating on the goal, not the spell," he said quietly.
Harry nodded, interested. "I wonder if I could learn to specifically protect him. I want to learn to if I can."
"Your magic automatically protected him, the same way it manifests your desires in other areas," Draco smirked, "even when you are unaware of just what those desires are."
"Good, because I want him to be safe. I just wonder if I could learn to make it work without it hurting me like it did. If ... I'm fighting Voldemort ... I can't just stop and clutch my stomach."
"It hurt?" Draco asked.
Harry nodded. "Yeah. It felt like my guts were going to fall out."
Draco frowned. "You can throw off Imperious and have deflected the Killing Curse, right?" he asked.
"Yeah, I can throw off Imperious, but I deflected the Killing Curse because of my mother," Harry said.
"How did that work?" Draco asked, intrigued.
"She died to save me," Harry said, hand still on his own stomach with Draco's. "Very old magic that Voldemort didn't think of. It's why there was protection at the Dursleys'. The protection was in her blood - therefore my aunt's blood. She sacrificed herself for me. I guess love was the power."
"Love was the power," Draco repeated in a far away voice, thinking. "Her blood, your aunt's blood - blood and love."
"Mmhm," said Harry, nodding. "Seems to help a lot where I'm concerned."
"Remember when I told you that blood matters," Draco said. "Even Dumbledore acknowledged that, you see."
Harry nodded again. "It must," he said.
"So your mother's magic manifested itself through her love and her blood connection to you," Draco said. "You are now the parent, doing the same for your child."
Harry smiled. "Good," he said again.
"What happened just before you were hit with Cruciatus? What were you doing?" Draco asked.
Harry paused and thought for a few seconds. "I shot a Stunner at Rodolphus to get him away from you," he said. "Bellatrix cast Crucio on me while my attention was away from her."
"You were trying to save me," Draco said quietly. "Blood, love and sacrifice - a powerful combination."
"And that saved the baby?" Harry asked.
"If the baby is what I think it is," Draco said, "it is a combination of our blood, our magic, and our love. It would make sense that you would protect it even at your own expense." Draco frowned then.
"Of course I would," Harry said quietly.
"It would be better if your magic shielded both of you," Draco said, a frown still wrinkling his brow.
"That's why I should learn to do that," Harry said. "It's a matter of knowing how to do it quick enough, I imagine."
"For you," Draco's said, "it's a matter of making it automatic, not just when you think about it. We have another Order practise coming up. Maybe Shielding Spells should be the focus this time."
Harry nodded. "Yeah," he said. "That would be good."
"At least we now know that you can break magical ropes." Draco smirked.
Harry smiled but was serious when he said, "That could very much come in handy."
"I can do nonverbal spells, but not wandless," Draco said. "That's an amazing thing to be able to do. I would have had to Summon my wand and use it to get out of the ropes."
"I didn't know I could do it," Harry said. "It's sort of hard, but I think I get better after I've managed a few times." He paused. "Dumbledore could do it. And Voldemort. But magic is still stronger with my wand."
"Either one apparently." Draco smirked again, stroking a little lower on Harry's belly.
Harry snorted. "I certainly hope so," he said, waggling his eyebrows.
"Harry, binding spells are supposed to require a wand to do as well," Draco said, but even though he was serious, he couldn't help a smirk as he allowed his hand to follow the trail of soft hair down.
Harry squirmed a tiny bit under Draco's hand. "Damn," he said. "I did that all by myself then and shouldn't have been able to? No wonder everyone seemed confused about it being an accident."
Draco snorted, hand finding the soft, damp hair at the base of Harry's cock. "Yes, fucking amazing wand," he said as he began petting it.
Harry sucked in a slow, shaky breath, feeling himself getting aroused. "Perhaps you should teach me proper wand care," he said, raising an eyebrow.
Draco's smirk grew with Harry's erection. He wrapped his hand around that lovely flesh and began slowly sliding fingers and foreskin up and down.
Harry took his bottom lip between his teeth and closed his eyes, breathing steadily. He spread his legs wider, giving Draco more room.
Draco let go of Harry's cock and Summoned his wand, doing spells to clean up from earlier and then a Lube Spell. Then he wrapped his now slick fingers around Harry's cock again and lay his face on Harry's belly, looking down at what he was doing.
"Yes," Harry whispered, a steady thrumming pleasure circulating throughout his body. "So good."
Draco kissed the soft skin of Harry's belly and continued to use his fingers to their best skill, squeezing between thumb and forefinger on the way up, sliding his thumb over the head and then gently pulling on the foreskin as he slid back down to the base.
Harry placed a hand in Draco's soft hair and fisted the covers on the bed with his other hand. His breathing picked up as the sensation between his legs intensified, making his toes curl.
Draco felt a soft glowing joy at doing this. He licked his lips as liquid gathered at the tip of that soft red crown.
Harry was panting now, imagining what Draco had looked like on top of him when he'd demonstrated a position they could use later on. "Yes, Draco," he groaned.
Draco's own cock filled as Harry's magic rose and the magic in his belly seemed to swell with it as well. Draco smiled, kissing that spot but then kissing his way down toward that glistening cock.
Harry opened his eyes and watched Draco's hair trail behind him on his stomach. So gorgeous. He groaned again, opening his legs even wider.
Draco's mouth was so close to the head of Harry's cock that his thumb brushed his own lips on the upstroke. He watched in rapt fascination and arousal as fluid seeped out during the down stroke.
"Draco," Harry let out in a strangled voice, his hand pulling at the covers and his feet squirming and pushing at the mattress. "Draco, Merlin, Draco."
Draco inhaled the musky scent of his lover and was lost in the texture and feel of him. The next time pre-come pearled at the tip, he pointed his tongue and licked the slit.
Harry took a sharp breath and arched his back off the bed, pulling even more tightly against the covers. Just the thought of Draco's tongue there, even though he'd done it a million times, was enough to make Harry shudder with need and pleasure.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, loving the taste and reaching his tongue for more, swirling over the reddened soft skin as he continued to stroke the shaft with his fingers.
"Please, Draco, please," Harry begged. "Oh, Merlin, please." He tried not to thrust into Draco's face, tried to keep still on the bed, even though his body was trembling.
Draco enjoyed Harry's begging but wasn't willing to rush himself - yet. He moved his face a little lower, taking just the head of the cock into his mouth and continuing to swirl his tongue as he began to suck.
Harry moaned as his balls tightened and his cock twitched, Draco's mouth driving him utterly insane. "Fuck," he whined, voice high and somehow low at the same time.
"Mmm," Draco deliberately hummed against that sensitive tip.
"Fuck," Harry whined again, another twitch and spark of pleasure going up his spine. "Draco, please suck me," he said, panting. "Please, put it in your mouth."
Draco chuckled, complying by sliding his hand down, pulling back Harry's foreskin as he moved his mouth down to take both head and upper part of the shaft into his mouth, gripping the base with his hand.
Harry groaned with relief. "Yes," he moaned. "Oh, Merlin, fuck yes." He watched Draco's head between his legs and wondered if there was a hotter sight.
Draco bobbed his head now, his cheek caressing the skin above Harry's cock as he did and his hand cupping Harry with his fingers wrapped around the base. His eyes were closed and his breathing synchronised with his movements as he slid the head progressively further into his mouth each time he moved down.
Harry was gasping and moaning on every other breath now, squirming and writhing and tossing his head. "Oh, yes, fuck!" he cried.
Gods, Draco loved doing this. Loved the taste and texture, the feel of the blood pumping in that thick shaft and Harry's moans. All of that would be exciting on its own, but it was astounding when you added the magic that crackled with fire when Harry was aroused.
Harry couldn't believe how good this felt, even after he'd come already, even after Draco had done this to him so many times, but it was always the most extreme pleasure in the world. His body felt alight with it as he shook and moaned, twisting his fingers in Draco's hair. "Gonna come!" he warned, arching a bit more.
Draco would have chuckled at the declaration if he wasn't preoccupied with sliding that thick cock as deep into his throat as he could. Harry's magic always announced his orgasm before he said it, but he loved the way Harry talked during sex.
Harry pulled Draco's hair unintentionally and gripped the blanket very tightly, coming hard into Draco's mouth and shouting his release. "Oh, Merlin, fuck yes!"
The combination of Harry's cock twitching and shooting come into his mouth, his hair being pulled, and his lover's magic flooding through him brought Draco's orgasm as well.
Harry held onto the blanket and Draco's hair until he was completely spent, and then he went limp, gasping for breath.
Draco sucked and licked and swallowed until Harry's cock was soft and clean. He kissed it gently and then crawled back up Harry's side until his face was pressed to the other man's chest and his hand lay on his belly. He sighed happily.
Harry sighed too, feeling completely content and happy and wonderful. "Perfect," he said like Draco had earlier.
"Yes," Draco agreed, closing his eyes and letting the warm happy feelings put him to sleep.
Harry smiled, and with a hand joining Draco's, he drifted off as well.
***
Harry, Draco, Ron and Hermione had been searching for any information they could about Horcruxes over the last few weeks, but hadn't found anything new. There had been Order meetings about tactics and safety and the meetings to improve fighting skills. Harry had been practising Shield Charms and was getting even better with them than he had been already. They were all so busy that Harry didn't even notice the holidays creeping upon them and soon it was time to decorate and make plans.
The Weasley's, Neville, Luna, Lupin and Tonks were invited to spend the night on Christmas eve for dinner so that they could all be together on Christmas morning.
All the friends had arrived earlier in the day and had enjoyed the amazing meal that had been served at dinner time. The mood was very warm and safe. They had retired to the largest sitting room with the largest tree in the Manor. Harry snuggled closer to Draco on the sofa and stared at the tree and then into the crackling fire, smiling softly and listening to the happy chatter in the room.
Draco was watching with amusement as Tonks and Ron played chess. Ginny, Hermione, Luna and Fleur seemed to form a little knot of conversation in one corner and from the laughter and occasional looks, Draco guessed the men were being discussed. Similarly, most of the men were discussing Quidditch. Draco would probably have enjoyed the women's conversation more, but was happily petting Harry's hair and listening with only a part of his attention.
Harry sighed happily at the feeling of Draco's hands on him.
"Oh, it's been so wonderful to not have to cook for a change," said Mrs. Weasley. "I know I've said it a thousand times tonight, but thank you for inviting us."
Harry smiled. "With all the times I've been round your place, and then letting me and Draco stay over the summer, this is the least we could do. And we want you here."
"It's nice to see such happiness in this old Manor," Draco said. "It was really meant for a community, not just us."
"Certainly is big enough for a community," said Mr. Weasley cheerfully, looking up at the high ceiling.
Harry nodded in agreement, yawning quietly. He'd been feeling more tired than usual lately.
Draco kissed his forehead and then leaned in to whisper in Harry's ear. "You didn't eat that much at dinner," he said.
Harry raised an eyebrow. He'd thought he'd eaten just fine. "Should I eat something now then?" he asked.
"What do you think you can handle?" Draco whispered. "You have been a bit finicky lately."
Harry shrugged. "Treacle tart?" he suggested, smiling.
Draco smirked. "You are getting as bad as me about sweets," he answered. When the house-elf Babb showed up with eggnog, he told her to bring a tray of sweets for the room, and especially the treacle tart for Harry. He also insisted that Harry could only have the eggnog that didn't have rum in it.
Harry smiled at Draco and felt very good and taken care of with his food and his nonalcoholic eggnog.
Draco smiled adoringly at his husband and his hand twitched a few times as he kept it from rubbing his belly again. He loved to feel the life growing there, but it would be too conspicuous to do so in front of others.
He looked up when he heard Mr. Weasley asking how they got out of the mess with the Ministry over the Lestrange "escape". Draco smiled up at him. "Well, most of that is Tonks, since she spoke on our behalf."
Tonks looked up from where she was cornered by Ron in the chess game, happy to have a distraction for the moment. "And I am out on bail thanks to that amazing solicitor who came forward," she smirked, "and the large bail bond put up by Draco and Harry."
"Believe me, Tonks," said Harry, "we'd do it again in a heartbeat."
"And if things are delayed long enough to keep you out of trouble," Draco said, "well, the money is expendable."
Harry nodded. "Very," he said.
Remus came up behind Tonks and was looking over her shoulder at the game. "I think you might as well concede that one," he told her. "Ron will have you in a couple turns."
She frowned. "I hate giving up until it is over."
Draco nodded, smiling and whispered to Harry, "I like that about her."
"Me too," said Harry, smiling.
Ron smirked smugly at Lupin's comment.
Draco stood up with his glass and used his wand to make the sound of a little bell, then waited until he had everyone's attention. "I wanted to propose a toast," he said, "to friendship and family and love in all its forms."
Harry grinned widely and raised his glass.
"Cheers!" said Fred and George in unison.
Everyone else raised their glasses too, smiling.
Harry took a drink and then set his glass on the low table, leaning back against the couch. He reached up and rubbed subconsciously at his forehead.
Draco sat back down and continued to drink when other people made toasts. He noticed Harry rubbing his head and frowned. He leaned over and kissed Harry's forehead, like he often did, only this time he was also using his magical connection to check on him.
Harry smiled again and let his hand drop into his lap, staring into the fire again. He was suddenly feeling a little excited and tapped his foot. He didn't know why.
Draco felt an odd sensation when he kissed his lover's skin and looked at him curiously. "How are you feeling?" he asked quietly.
Harry shrugged. "I don't know," he said. "Fine, I guess." He continued tapping his foot and then his whole leg was bouncing, but he wasn't nervous about anything...
"Does your head hurt?" Draco whispered.
Right when Draco asked that question, Harry had a sudden, strong, nearly uncontrollable urge to whoop, but his hand flew up to his scar where it was burning. He hissed though his teeth and pressed his fingers against it.
Everyone close to where he was sitting looked quickly up at him.
"Merde'," Draco cursed, eyes going wide. Harry's scar always held a residue of magic, but now it was pulsing. Ron was already sitting nearby but Hermione was across the room. "Hermione!" Draco called out, his arm still around Harry.
Hermione looked over confusedly. "What?" she asked, but then she caught sight of Harry and was on her feet and standing over him in seconds. "Harry, what is it?" she asked frantically.
"My scar," Harry said, wincing with his fingers still pressed to it. "It burns." But he could already feel it slowly fading away now.
Ron's eyes were wide as he stared from where he was sitting on the floor with Tonks.
"What does it mean?" Draco asked frantically. It had never done this since he had been with Harry.
"Oh, God," said Hermione, her hand covering her mouth.
"He's excited," said Harry, the pain finally subsiding into a dull ache. "He just did something that made him very, very happy."
"What?" asked Ron, going pale.
"I don't know," said Harry, his own eyes widening now as he tried to let that sink in. He felt neither warm nor safe anymore.