For Survival

 Disclaimer: I do not own in anyway or form the characters nor the world of Harry Potter, they belong to the author who has created them, nor am I making any money from this story.

Author's note: This story should be pretty straight forward, I do not intend for it to be overly long. This will contain HP/DM, HP/BZ, there will be homosexual sex implied and graphic (I hope), male pregnancy and deceptions. This story follows the story and begins the last week of August 2005. Yes I know I take forever to post... sorry!

Warnings: One more chapter left! Hang on people! Sorry for my spelling it has been horrible lately.

Summary: Dealing with the death of his first lover, an overbearing second one and a pregnancy that is not what it seems might have been more than Harry had planed and wanted for his life after the war.





 

For Survival

Chapter Six

A noisy arrival

Previous Chapter:



The non labor related contractions eased a bit but never really went away and he hoped they would not stay until he did give birth. While always constant in their level of pain they came every 45 minutes to an hour never skipping a beat. It made the women laugh a bit at his disgruntled face every time they asked him how he felt.



The 18^th of March really was a pain up his butt! He just wanted to sleep and forget about that day.



On with the story:



The Braxton Hicks contraction were indeed back the next day. Harry wanted to hear none of it and kept acting as if nothing was going on. He kept wincing every hour but refused to voice his discomfort. He would however throw whatever was in his vicinity at Ron's head whenever the red head would make a passing comment about his size, his temper or Draco's absence. He was now pitying Hermione. The man was rude and had no tact. Why were they friends again?



His answer came around noon in the form an homemade thin treacle tart and two knitted baby hats from Molly Weasley along with a letter from Draco that he cried over for the best of an hour.



“They couldn't be here to give it to you themselves but at least there's that...”



Ron might have been a jerk but he was a thoughtful one when he wanted to be.



The blond letter was not a love letter, he had not expected one, it was not his style. But it was full of promises of a perfect home waiting for him and many threats of violence and lawful jargon aimed at any and every single person that had slight the carrier of his children. A last minute addition specified that the nursery had been decked in the proposed coloring scheme and that he would be shown at the soonest convenience.



Draco made it sound as if he was otherwise occupied and would come as soon as he could possibly make it without rupturing a spleen or modifying his schedule when it was a fact that he could not physically or magically be present under risk of a more lengthy prison stay. That and the fidelius that he should have never been made aware of. He knew his lover had been made aware of the charm by his best friend and that the second he gave birth and he was proven to be the father the man would apparate at the edge of the property and make his way to him.



That more than anything else meant the world to Harry. He had been forgiven and his man was ready to wage a war against the whole world. In fact he was not just ready he was preparing it and while the youngest Malfoy was not of much help in the justice and law department, Lucius was a fiend. While the patriarch still wasn't found of Harry he still abide by what Draco wants Draco gets. Draco wanted to have sued and imprison any and all people that had hurt and dirtied his name, Lucius was making it happen.



Had he not fainted after hearing the news that fateful day he would have gone straight to Narcissa. The woman had liked him since before the end of the final battle of the second war. The woman now loved him for the happiness he usually brought her son. While she had never given her child all that he had wanted she had always wished for him to be happily settled. Now that he was, she was treating Harry like the eight marvel of the world. If he had not fainted... Why was he feeling guilty for fainting?



After his crying fest he ordered Neville to help him sit and polished off the treacle tart. He had forgotten how much he loved the treat. It was better to eat it all in one sitting he nodded to himself. If he hadn't had Ron would have wanted a piece. It was his tart. His. And he was not in a sharing mood. Molly had made it for him after all. Her note said for 'Harry and children', not 'for Harry, children and Ron'.



But when his friend did show his face back, well after he had stopped sobbing, he had in had three spoons and three plates. His expression of discomfiture at seeing the empty pie dish made the Man-Who-Lived-Twice want to cry again.



“I was hungry...”



“I can see that mate. Don't worry I'll just ask her to make more.”



The wavering tone of his voice and the presence of tears in his eyes had probably made the auror leave again. If there was one thing Ron was pants at it was offering a shoulder to cry on and an attentive ear to those in need. Give him an obstacle, an enemy, a place to search or ask him to run a marathon and the guy was all for it. Give him a crying or distressed human being and he was out of it, running for the hills or pretending he did not understand what was going on.



Neville and Harry looked at one another before bursting into laughs. The man was predictable. But again if it got them more treats...



Ignoring the contraction was getting hard. They were coming closer now and somehow harder, stronger and longer. He was wincing every other time now and decided to take another warm bath and drink a glass of water, or two. Annablle and Jessica's baby talk to him whenever he had accused the cramps of being painful were bothering him too much and he had no wish to submit himself to the treatment if he could avoid it. While he knew they were doing it in good humor, he could not find it as funny as they seemed to. It was now three in the afternoon and in less than six hours the men would be returning, if those awful muscle spasms were still too much for him he would complain to them.



He had been in the bath for over an hour and the cramps were still coming. Not as strong and not as close as before but he was still refusing to come out of the tub. His wand having been taken from him because of his short temper he had to ask someone to reheat the water every 15 minutes or so. He could not explain why but he felt cold. He was dreading coming out to face the cooler air of the room. What wouldn't he give for the bathroom to have a fire place. If it did he would not leave it. Ever. He was tired of being in bed.



He was found lazying in the bath two hours later by his healer. When she asked why he was refusing to be checked over he admitted threw tears of being unable to bear the nurses teasing and to feeling cold. A warming charm on himself and the now bubble free water made him feel better.



“Many gestating men have said to find themselves cold a few days to a few hours before being ready to give birth. It is part of the process I am afraid. Now rest and relax while I get rid of the harpies and call the men back in.”



The usually stern witch tried to hide a smile a her protege's giggled but he saw it out of the corner of his eye. While the woman was always understanding and sweet he now realized he had rarely seen her smile. He loved her none the less and she would always be invited over for Yule. He would say Christmas but Draco would have kittens and than complain about the fur they left everywhere! Maybe he should force Draco to get him a cat or a kneazle for protection. Or even better a big shaggy dog that would slobber all over the place and in his perfectly tailored laps! That would be a riot!



Jacob and Oliver finally coaxed him out of his little pool by bringing forth presents, one would not want to wet his presents now would they? He was dressed in comfortable boxer shorts and covered with a fluffy lounging robes that was longer than he was tall. They carried him into the bedroom using their arms like a chair seat calling him Master, My Prince, Your Honor or your Grace the whole time. The humor was not lost on Harry who was laughing the whole way.



“So we had to ask lover boy what he did not get and trust me he got everything he could think of! Those kids will not be able to use all that was bought for them!”



Oliver was back to holding a monologue not that it bothered anyone present.



“And that room! My wife is so jealous! I mean it looks out of one of those designer magazine, which I know they did not use as it is not befitting of a Malfoy. It just looks perfect! Let me tell you he has a lot of money to make right there if rare potion ingredients stop being in demand or if for some reason he decided to stop brewing...”



He kept talking threw the gifts they were giving him. Florence's, Anabelle's, Jessica's, Oliver's and Jacob's families offered him two sturdy muggle car seats for baby which were apparently more handy than the magical slings sometimes. His friends and old coworkers from the auror's, before he had taken a permanent leave a year ago, got him a treat yourself for a spa day for two that he could not wait to take advantage of. Luna and Hagrid sent unicorn hair to be tied to the babies cribs to scare away pixies and nargles with a detailed explication of the why it was so important. Neville gifted him a plant that raised oxygen at night that was proven to lower risk of sudden infant death.



From his adopted family he got two lovely hooded wearable blankets with long sleeves that ended in a little paw pattern and big fluffy bear ears at the top, both white one with sage green accent the other lilac made by Hermione. Two teddies, dragons, from Charlie. Molly sent along five more treacle tarts just for him and three more to share along with mince pies, bacon and cucumber sandwiches and the cutest little socks and mitts she had knitted in all color of the rainbow. Bill and Fleur send him a specially made portkey that could not be taken off him in the form of a ring to wear on his right index since, apparently, it was seen as bad luck in France, mostly among Veelas, to send a gift for the baby to an expecting parent. Fred and Ron gifted him with pacifiers that would sound an alarm if the babies stopped breathing, a new line of product from WWW that was inspired by Ron's fear of not being able to handle his nieces or nephews. Ginny got him a card with the imprints of all the Weasley grand-kids saying 'We Miss You, Come Back Soon' and a kit to imprint feet and hands in plaster for safe keeping for babies.



He was already crying by the time he reached the gifts from the babies' father family. Narcissa sent him resizable platinum claiming bracelets that were a pureblood tradition when a baby was born to an old family. The note said that they would forever resize to fit the twins ankles at first, later their wrist and ever turn into rings later in life if they wished it so. She also promised to show him Draco's bracelet later. What made him cry even harder and snot all over the place was the simple ring his lover had sent him with the instructions that said: 'Imagine me on one knee and put it on your ring finger. Love. Draco.'



The ring was on his finger before anyone could ask him anything and the bonding ring left a warm feeling in his magical core. The feeling that he would never ever be alone again. The simple platinum band was perfect for him. No gaudy rocks or feminine details or inscriptions, just perfect.



They were eating Molly's delicious feast when the contractions came back with a vengeance and while he wanted to brush them aside as Braxton Hicks pains something told him they were coming to fast and to strong and stepped on his pride and asked for a once over. The wave of magic passed over him cold and uncomfortable but apparently it was a good thing.



“People it's time to clear out. Take all the food, the gifts and go.”



Nobody moved and it seemed to irate Florence who went back to being Dr. Hughes with the return of her no nonsense persona.



“Now!”



Harry was glad the men were on duty and that he would not have too many women with him while he gave birth and little to no teasing. Jacob took care of organizing everyone's calm exit of the room and made sure to sanitize everything and placing the babies' chosen clothing to the side. Oliver placed two metal pole each side of his head, took the covers off his body, helped him undress and went to help Dr. Hughes put on the sterile gown and gloves.



While Florence was placing the blue protective linen that would keep him from seeing what was happening he could hear the boys mutter in the back. Apparently he was not the only one bothered by it.



“What in the world are you boys doing?”



“Deciding who will stay with Harry! Rock! Paper! Scissors!”



One match had Jacob cry that it should be two match out of three, the second had Oliver hoot in happiness and come sit by the pregnant man's head and hold his hand.



The rest passed in a similar fashion to the laser surgeries. A freezing charm made him unable to feel anything bellow his ribs and three confirmation that he could feel nothing were followed by a very strong sterilizing charm and a specialized cutting hex. While both he and Oliver had winced at the idea of being on the receiving end of it, the green eyed man could not tell whether or not he had been on the receiving end of it.



He did however feel when the amniotic sacs were pierced and the liquid poured out of him only to be banished away by magic. It was a bit like feeling bloated and finally farting a good one except it was even better, such a relief not too feel like his skin was ten times too small for him.



The added pressure came back when Florence slowly entered a hand in his abdominal cavity. While not painful per say it was highly uncomfortable to feel her move her hand inside him. She was telling him it was to get a hold of one of the twin's neck to help the baby out but it felt more like she was squeezing his intestines than anything else. When she guided her hand out and he heard the first pop of a child's head coming out he was confused and the pressure that followed the little one's shoulder making it's way out was just a strange a feeling as the rest had been so far. Once the baby was free and the cry heard she went back in for the second one. The empty space left by the first child made the fumbling inside him less awkward and the second baby was out faster than the first. It was even crying before it had left his body. Apparently it was unhappy about leaving the warm spot it had made for himself.



He could hear Jacob to his left whispering to his children about bracelets and hats and clothing. He thought that was the end of the ordeal but he felt Dr. Hughes plunge her hand inside him once more and the wet ripping sound that followed made him feel sick. Apparently the placenta needed to be extracted too. He wished that was the end of it but one more sterilizing charm racked his insides before the suturing and cleaning charms were applied to abdomen.



“That should do it. It went better than expected nearly no bleeding on your part and healthy lungs on the kids even though they are premature. The potion regimen worked perfectly not that I could have expected anything less from your fiance.”



The blue linens were taken off of him and the covers were placed back on him. A potion was placed in his hand and he was told to drink it so that the freezing charm could be canceled. The fear of pain made him swallow the disgusting concoction faster than he had ever before.



“Here Harry is baby number one. He is 38 centimeters long and weight in at 1.02 kilograms. He is a light weight cutie I tell you.”



His first child was handed to him. He was so small, so so small. But he was crying a rooting on his chest for a feed. He had read that normally children that age often had trouble with their sucking and swallowing reflexes. Magic really was a powerful and wonderful thing. He helped the boy reach his left nipple and held him as strongly as he dared. His child was perfect and alive.



“Baby boy number two is much bigger at 48 centimeters and 1.89 kilos. He has a very good set of lungs!”



The boy was placed on his chest above the right nipple and he fell in love all over again. Both children were alive well and healthy according to Florence who was now offering to the the paternity test which would be double checked by the owner of the place, a certain Maggie Smith, who was apparently also a certified healer.



Both women cast at the same time and compared results.



“Jacob would you be a dear and tell Ronald to get Draco please. I am sure he wishes to see his sons.”



With the hormones still running havoc on his mind, Harry broke into tears while the biggest smile to date was etched on his face.



“Oliver might you be nice enough to go warn Minister Shaklebolt to release the arrest warrant he has been holding against mister Zabini please? Thank you.”



With both men gone and Healer Smith having no more uses, Harry was left with Florence.



“I told you all would end well Harry.”













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