Bad Faith

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Draco looked up from the magazine he was leafing through. “Harry, what do you think of orchids at our wedding?”



Harry blinked, looking up from his quiz. “Hm? I thought your mother was planning it?”



Draco sighed in disgust. “The woman is a menace, much as I love her. We’ll be trussed up in lace with daisies everywhere if we leave it to her. Father will stop her.”



Harry laughed. “I guess orchids are nice. I don’t mind, really.”



Draco hummed, writing on a sheet of parchment next to him. “What do you think of gold?” He asked.



Harry shrugged. “It’s okay.”



“Do you like me in purple?”



“Sure.”



“Does my hair look better slicked back, tied back, or down?”



“Down.”



“Do you prefer champagne, or white wine?”



“Draco, I don’t bloody care! So long as I’m marrying YOU, it’ll be the best day of my life! We could be getting hitched naked in knockturn alley by a troll, and I’d be happy so long as it was you by my side.” Harry said, exasperated.



Draco blushed. “Oh. Well, is it okay if I plan our wedding and just let you check it over later, then?”



Harry smiled in relief. “Please do.”

 

*****

Harry looked up from the patch of Draco’s thigh he was currently sucking on to see an owl tapping on the glass door leading outside the sunroom. His lips drew back in a snarl as he growled at it.



Draco whined, his purring almost drowning out the soft sound.



Harry snorted in satisfaction as the owl finally gave up and left. He went back to leaving hickeys on Draco’s porcelain flesh.



Draco arched, sighing and purring as he ran his fingers through Harry’s messy hair. “Mm.”



Harry licked the mark he had left, eyeing it. He decided it was dark enough (royal purple, that is) to let everyone at school know that Draco was claimed (though if they got him undressed enough to see his thigh, they were dead anyway).



Draco whined as someone began pounding on the door.



“Draco Lucius Malfoy, you come and get this owl RIGHT NOW!” Narcissa’s angry voice demanded.



Draco cut his scent off, groaning. He got up and strode to the door, unabashedly naked. He opened it, careful to keep his bits hidden.



Narcissa gasped. “My gods, what were you two doing in there?! MURDERING each other?” She asked, eyeing the multiple hickeys and finger-shaped bruises that nearly covered Draco’s entire body.



Draco scowled at her. “Marathon sex, and if you don’t mind, I’d like to resume it, thank you.” He said, snatching the letter off the owl and slamming the door in her face. “Dammit, Sev!” He growled, opening the letter. He read it and sighed. “Wanker.”



“Hm?” Harry raised himself up on an elbow, looking at Draco as he lazily stroked himself. “What did he want?”



Draco smirked at Harry. “Just wanted to tell us to enjoy ourselves, knowing that he’d most likely interrupt something just like this.” He said, pushing Harry back and lowering his mouth over Harry’s cock.



“Oh, well, that’s... Bloody... Amazing... Dra...” He trailed off on a moan as Draco chuckled around his length.



Draco sucked lightly, swirling his tongue around the tip when he got to it. “It’s so hot that you get reduced to mindless babble when I suck you, Harry.” He said huskily, peering up at Harry from beneath his eyelashes.



Harry’s hips jerked. “Guh.” He replied. Draco had recently found out Harry’s biggest kink: Dirty talk.



Of course, having found it, he quickly decided to never shut up.



“Do you like it when your cock is in my mouth? Do you like it when I swallow you whole, feeling you at the back of my throat? Or do you like it best when I moan around you, getting hot and bothered by the fact that it’s YOUR cock in my mouth, and no one else’s?”



Harry moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. He was hard and leaking, even though Draco wasn’t even touching him at the moment.



“I love to suck you, Harry.” Draco whispered, pressing his mouth to Harry’s ear and letting his hot breath accompany the words. “You taste so GOOD. But you know what makes me even hotter? Having you IN me, Harry. Pounding yourself into my body, so deep. Fucking me hard and fast. I love it SO MUCH when you fuck me, Harry.”



Harry wailed, his hips raising off the floor as he came, causing Draco to smirk.



“THAT was sexy.” He said, trailing a finger through Harry’s come and staring straight into Harry’s eyes as he licked it off his finger. “Mm. You really DO taste good, you know.”



Harry’s head hit the floor underneath it. “Fuck.” Was all he could manage.



*****



Draco cried out in release for the fourth time since Harry had entered him, feeling Harry FINALLY empty himself inside his willing body. He slumped forward, exhausted. “I think my arse is going to be numb for the rest of my life.” He groaned. “Dammit, Harry, you BROKE me!”



Harry lay next to Draco, face down on the floor.



Draco eyed his inert form. The top half was shaking just a tiny bit. “Harry,” He said dangerously, “Are you LAUGHING at me?”



Snort.



“No.”



Giggle.



Draco growled and launched himself at the other teen, hitting him repeatedly. “You bastard! You complete and utter BASTARD!! I’m having your children, you know!” He shouted, his fists pummeling Harry’s head.



Harry laughed, trying unsuccessfully to cover his head with his arms. “I know, and I love you for that, but it’s not my fault that you’re so sexy! And YOU wanted to let our instincts out, by the way. So you only have yourself to blame.” He snickered. “For your broken arse.” He added.



Draco shrieked in rage, fists flying again.



*****



Harry and Draco collapsed in their seats next to each other at the breakfast table.



Lucius looked up from his daily prophet, nodding once to Draco, then his eyes snapped back. He took in Draco’s bruises, hickeys, and the rope burns on his wrists and turned his eyes to Harry. “What,” He snarled, “Were you doing. To. My. HEIR!”



Harry paled. “Draco, I think I want carnations at my funeral, okay?” He squeaked.



Draco sighed. “Father, DO shut up. I enjoyed it, and I begged for more. Or would you like more details? Do you want to hear that he fucked my up against a wall, holding me up and snogging me madly, or that he tied me to that chaise in the sunroom, then led me to the windows and fucked me in the sunlight streaming through them? Or how about when he had me on all fours, moaning like a knockturn alley whore, screaming his name so loud the silencing spell trembled?” He asked, smiling fondly. “Oh, that was WONDERFUL.” He sighed.



Lucius was green. He turned back to his paper, silent.



Harry slid down in his chair, praying that the ground would open up and swallow him.



“Really? Oh, Draco, DO tell!” Narcissa folded her hands under her chin, leaning forward, eyes shining. “Lucius, Darling, take notes, will you?” She asked eagerly.



“ENOUGH!” Lucius bellowed. “I WILL HAVE SILENCE AT THIS TABLE IMMEDIATELY!”



Which was fine by Harry.



*****



Draco snickered, laying on his side on the grass, flipping through a wedding catalogue as he ate a pear, the juice running down his chin before Harry abandoned his orange to lap up the dripping juice.



Draco sighed, tilting his head back. “Mm.” He hummed, smiling softly, his eyes closed. “I love it when you do that.” He sighed.



Harry chuckled. “Me, too.” He replied, going back to his orange.



Suddenly, Draco sat up, dropping the pear, hand flying to his abdomen as he looked down in shock.



Harry was on his feet immediately. “What is it? Do I need to get Pomfrey?”



Draco shook his head, slowly, smiling wide. “They moved. I felt it.” He said, his voice a whisper. “Just barely, but...” He looked up at Harry, tears in his eyes. “I’m REALLY pregnant.” He paused. “I need to start eating enough!” He decided, grabbing the rest of Harry’s orange. “Give me that!” He pulled off a slice and popped it into his mouth.



Harry frowned. “That was mine.” He said half-heartedly.



Draco smiled, swallowing. “Key word: WAS.” He replied. “It’s THEIRS, now.” He said, gesturing to his stomach.



Harry sighed in defeat.



*****



Draco huffed. “Harry, I don’t want to go back to Hogwarts tomorrow!” He whined.



Harry raised an eyebrow. “Well, our little Honeymoon appears to be over. We really have no choice.” He said.



Draco frowned. “I know. But... I liked it being just us. I don’t act so bitchy around just you.” He said, smiling fondly.”



Harry raised an eyebrow. “So I’ve noticed.” He remarked dryly.



Draco scowled. “And just what the hell is THAT supposed to mean?!” He snapped.



Harry smirked, handing him a bag of skittles.



“What’s this?” He asked, interested, opening it.



Harry snorted. “Muggle candy. Just try it, okay?”



Draco shrugged, finally getting the bag open, and peered inside suspiciously. He finally pulled one out and popped it into his mouth. “Mm! These are GOOD!” He said, pouring them into his hand and eating them by the mouthful “Oh, you absolute GOD! I LOVE you!”



Harry snickered. “So I’ve noticed.” He repeated.

 

*****

Draco frowned, staring at himself in the mirror. There was no denying it now: He had a bump. He turned to the side and groaned. “Harry?” He called out.

“Yeah?” Harry’s voice sounded from the other room.

“Will you still love me when I’m fat?” Draco asked.

Harry laughed and walked into the bathroom. “Draco, YOU will never be FAT.” He noticed the bump and his smile faded to be replaced with shock. “Is that..?”

Draco nodded glumly. “I’m already showing.” He confirmed.

Harry stood behind Draco, wrapping his arms around the blond to cover the bump with both hands. “Draco, you are amazing. Did I ever tell you that I’ve always wanted a big family?” He asked, then placed a trail of small kisses up the side of Draco’s neck.

Draco shivered. “No. But so do I. I just don’t want to lose my figure.” He complained.

Harry chuckled. “Draco, your body swelling with my children will only make you even more gorgeous to me.” He said, turning Draco around to kiss him.

Draco blushed when Harry raised his head. “Well, thanks. That’s wonderful to know.” He sneered.

Harry sighed. “Here.” He pulled a Twix bar out of his pocket and handed it to Draco. “Those are good. I’m sure you’ll agree.”

Draco huffed and went into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

Harry frowned and walked up to the door, knocking hesitantly. “Draco?”

Draco’s voice was tearful. “You hate me!” He yelled.

Harry’s mouth fell open. “No, I don’t!” He said vehemently. “Draco, why do you think that?”

Draco sniffled. “You think I’m being a bitch.” He said petulantly.

Harry groaned, thumping his head against the door. “Draco, I’m just trying to keep you from blowing up at people. It’s not good for you, or for… The kids. We need to think of names.” He decided.

Draco opened the door. “Orion.” He said, peering through the crack, mouth full of twix, distorting the word.

Harry smiled. Mariah? That was pretty. “Alright. And the boy?”

“ORION IS A BOY'S NAME!” Draco screamed at him, then slammed the door in his face.

Harry sighed. “Damn my big mouth.”

Draco shoved the other Twix bar in his mouth, chewing angrily.

*****

"So, am I still in trouble?" Harry asked quietly as Draco came out of the room.

Draco shook his head. "No. I'm sorry I yelled at you." He said sadly.

Harry laughed. "No, it's fine. You're entitled to a bit of rage. You're the one who's carrying the children, after all. It's my job to pamper you, and you just sit there and play the prima donna. It'll be good for you."

Draco scowled. "I'm not a prima donna. Just a bit irritable." He groused.

Harry smiled and nodded. "Right. So, what do you want to name our daughter?" He asked.

Draco smiled faintly. "Cassiopeia."

Harry sighed. "Isn't that the queen?" He asked.

Draco smirked. "Exactly. It's perfect for my little princess." He said proudly. "She can fill the shoes."

Harry snorted. "I'll remind you of that when you're covered in spit-up." He said wryly.

Draco picked up a pillow from the couch and threw it at Harry.

"So, Cassiopeia." The Gryffindor mused.

"Yes. Cassiopeia Serpens and Orion Leo." He stated.

Harry glared at him. "So, our children will be queen of the snakes and hunter of the lions? Do I sense hostility?"

Draco moved to curl up on Harry's lap. "Oh, don't be silly. You know I love you."

*****

One month later...

 

"Harry, dammit, it's too tight! I look FAT!!" Draco screeched.

Harry stepped into the bathroom. "Draco, you look FINE! I'm wearing the damn toga! At least YOU have a dress to cover YOUR chest! And your legs! Besides, you WANTED to be a queen."

Draco narrowed his eyes. "And so you and Granger made me TITANIA? Queen of the FAIRIES?! WHAT KIND OF SICK JOKE IS THIS?!?!?!?!?"

Harry groaned. "It's Shakespeare, there weren't many options." He complained.

Hermione's voice entered the room as their door opened. "Are you two ready? It's starting in two minutes, and Hermia and Lysander are already waiting. Luna looks lovely, and Neville's very hand-" She stopped in the doorway, staring raptly at Draco.

Draco frowned. "What? I look fat, don't I?" He said, his face starting to darken.

Hermione smiled in wonder. "Draco, you look LOVELY. You're glowing, you know. And the dress shows off the baby bump. It's very flattering on you." She said, curtseying. "My queen."

Harry snorted.



"Harry, mate, can we go?" Ron's voice called.

Hermione grinned, then headed back out of the room, mumbling something about 'Demetrius.'

Harry held out an arm, smirking at Draco. "Shall we, Gorgeous?" He asked.

Draco smiled, taking his arm. "I suppose, Dear Oberon." He snickered, slipping easily into character as they left the room, for the Halloween Masquerade.