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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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13,789
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66
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Breaking News
Title: Mother Knows Best – Breaking News
Author: Deviant
Fandom: Harry Potter – Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17, always.
Disclaimer: There's no way I could ever own the legend that is Harry Potter. I am but a humble fan, seeking to amuse myself by toying with the genius creations of JK Rowling.
Warnings: M/M relationship, M/F relationship
Summary: After graduation and after the war, Harry and Draco meet by chance at St. Mungo’s while Draco is visiting his mother. A relationship ensues but secrets abound. How can Draco know what to do while his mother’s a mute? After all, mother knows best.
Mother Knows Best
Breaking News
Still April 9, towards 5 o’clock in the evening
Draco Apparated outside a store called “Cribs and Cloaks,” a wizarding megastore of baby supplies.
He looked around, still slightly unfamiliar with Knights Alley, but not worried about getting lost. Many of the people who frequented this wizarding shopping district were friendly. The war hadn’t touched them.
He entered Cribs and Cloaks and walked a few of the aisles before a middle-aged woman approached him.
“Hello, can I help you?” she cooed. “Are you needing anything in particular?”
Draco shook his head but then opened his mouth. “I . . . I’d like if I could buy some booties,” he said softly. “Some little boy ones, in blue or green?”
The woman nodded and walked with him to the booties aisle. “So, who’s the lucky one? Your sister or cousin. . ?”
“Oh,” Draco said even softer than earlier, face flushing brightly. “Oh, it’s um . . . it’s me, the. . . the lucky one.”
The woman, not missing a beat, smiled gently and said, “That’s beautiful. When are you due? You’re not exactly looking pregnant yet.”
Draco nodded with relief at her acceptance and said, “I’m not quite sure, but probably not for at least seven or eight months, I think.”
“Tell me about him.”
Draco thought about telling her to mind her own business, but then he realized she was just a woman who loved pregnancies and meeting the people going through them.
“Well, we went to school together, and we hated each other,” Draco said quietly as they kept walking toward the back of the store. “We drove each other crazy.”
“That’s so beautiful,” the woman said. “So much passion, I can tell.”
“Yes, so much,” Draco said. “And when we graduated, he saved my life, saved me from my father who meant to kill me.”
“Oh, that’s so romantic,” the woman sighed.
Draco had never seen it as romantic, but suddenly, he felt like crying. He sounded like it, too, when he spoke next, with his voice all choked up.
“And he was in the hospital for a very long time, but when he got out, he tried to develop a friendship,” he said, trying to push away the tears that threatened to spill from this woman’s romantic cooing and sweet sighing. “And he was such a gentleman, always, helping me care for my mother, helping me care for myself . . . and we made love several times and he was. . . he is very good.”
The woman giggled and added, “Those are usually some of the best parts of pregnancies.”
“I haven’t told him I’m pregnant yet,” Draco said, his voice tense. “I’m going to tell him tonight. But I just found out this morning at the hospital.”
“Oh, that’s beautiful,” she said. “Will you ask him out to dinner?”
“I think . . . I think that I will,” Draco said with a slowly developing smile. He put his hand on the top of his stomach and whispered, “I just hope he wants me still.”
“Oh, darling,” the woman cooed as she hugged Draco. “He sounds like a marvelous man. He sounds so much like my first husband, God rest his soul. He will still want you and he will still love you, I’m certain of it.”
Draco mouthed, “I hope so.”
They reached the booties aisle and the woman waited while he selected the pair he wanted, a petal-soft pair of emerald green booties with small leaves as buttons for the slender woven straps on them.
When Draco left the store an hour later, he had a pair of booties and the address of a woman he could go to for anything, about his baby or otherwise.
[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]
Draco Apparated from Knights Alley to Diagon Alley and fled to the post office, sending an owl right away to Harry to ask him out for dinner at 6 o’clock, once again at Mama Rosa’s.
Harry, please meet me at Mama Rosa’s for dinner tonight at 6. I need to speak with you. –Draco
[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]
Draco paced the private room nervously as he waited for Harry to arrive. A storm cloud in his head pelted him with worries.
What if Harry didn’t get the note?
What if Harry didn’t want to show because of how he had acted last week?
What if Harry had found someone else already?
What if Harry was sick or in trouble?
What if Harry wouldn’t want him anymore?
What if Harry . . .
His thoughts spiraled out of control and he didn’t notice himself crying as he clenched the green booties in his hands.
“What if Harry leaves me? What if Harry doesn’t love me anymore? What if he never loved me and I was just fooling myself? What will I do if he leaves?”
“If who leaves?” Harry’s voice broke through the air.
Draco turned around and threw himself into Harry’s arms with relief at seeing his Patriarch.
“If who leaves, il mio uccello?” Harry asked him.
“What?” Draco asked, surprised at hearing the nickname from a man who had come hundreds of years after the Italian man who called his wife that, surprised at hearing the nickname that he had secretly fallen in love with, and even more surprised when he heard it again.
“What’s wrong, my pet?” Harry squeezed the young blond and kissed his forehead.
“N-nothing,” Draco managed to stammer. He didn’t realize Harry could feel his mind, that he could sense when he was lying and could also see, quite in plain view, the green booties in his hands.
“Il mio uccello,” Harry purred softly. When he saw Draco’s surprised stares, he shrugged. “Perhaps there is more to either of us than the other knows. Do you like it?”
“I, well . . . I, yes, I do, I mean . . . what are you calling me?” Draco stuttered as he squeezed the booties, still unaware they were in front of Harry’s nose.
“My little bird,” Harry said. He lifted Draco in his arms and carried him, bridal style, to the table, nudging a chair out with his foot. He set the blond in the chair easily and took the booties from his hands, laying them on the table.
“And I think my little bird has something to tell me,” Harry said with a smile. “Draco?”
“Harry, I . . .” Draco stammered. He blinked rapidly and stared down into the emerald eyes of his lover, his baby’s father, his . . . his life-mate. His life mate who could hear his heart beat, feel his mind, see his soul. Harry was on his knees in front of him, almost as if he were going to propose to Draco, right then, right there . . .
“Draco?”
“HarryI’mpregnant!” Draco cried out, picking up the booties as Harry’s eyes and smile widened immeasurably. “I’m . . . I have a baby in me! I’m going to have your heir. Harry, we’re ma- . . .”
Draco slid down the chair and into Harry’s lap, fainted with relief that Harry hadn’t left him and had even seemed happy about it.
Harry lifted the blond and Apparated out of the room, leaving a note on the table saying they’d left already, leaving a few sickles on the table for their wasted effort reserving the room for them. He hugged the blond close to him, wondering at how things had turned around so suddenly. His lover. His Draco. His mate.
[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]
The same day, April 9, at 8 o’clock
Draco woke from a lazy sleep two hours later and found himself undressed in the same canopy bed he’d seen so many times before.
“Harry?” he called out softly. He heard a book close and feet as they padded towards him.
“Yes, my little thing?” Harry answered. He smiled as he sat on the bed near Draco. “Are you feeling better?”
“What does this mean, then, Harry?” Draco asked, a scared look in his eyes.
“It means we are mates, Draco,” Harry said. “It means we are perfect together. Perfect enough to allow the passage of the strongest and most difficult bloodline in history. Do you know how rare that is? Some wait centuries, Draco. . . Centuries of . . . We are life-mates, we are meant to be.”
“What if . . . do you want to be my mate?” Draco asked, keeping his eyes down. His throat was seized with worry that Harry only wanted to be with him because Draco would bear his Heir. His placed a hand on his stomach and wondered when it would begin to show, secretly hoping it would soon.
“Yes, Draco,” Harry said as he grabbed Draco’s chin and forced him to meet his eyes. “I love you, Draco.”
“I . . .” Draco started before he choked on his words. “I love you, Harry.”
He turned his silver eyes up to Harry’s and started crying. “I love you, Harry,” he repeated. “I love you, Harry. I’m your life-mate and I love you.”
Harry hugged him close to his chest and answered every one of Draco’s announcements with his own proclamations.
[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]
April 9
Severus, please pack an overnight bag and meet me near the fountain in the gardens precisely at 9 o’clock. You will stay with us tonight.
Draco
Draco sent the letter with Harry’s approval, one of the manor’s phoenixes flying silently out the great bay windows.
“I’m sorry, Harry,” Draco began again, “but he goes absolutely mad when he’s by himself, especially with mother in the hospital, and . . .”
“Draco!” Harry snapped. “Draco, darling, if I have to listen to you apologize one more time, I’m going to wring your beautiful neck.”
Draco smiled shyly and crawled back across the bed towards his partner. “You would wring my neck?”
“I have something for your neck,” Harry said as he summoned the collar he had found earlier that day.
“Oh, Harry!” Draco gasped as he stared at the graceful and regal choker. “Will you put it on me?”
He leaned toward Harry’s face and got a strong smell of vanilla and almost purred. He pulled some of his longer hair up so Harry could twist the ribbon around his neck and connect the clasp.
“Does it look beautiful on me?” Draco asked Harry with a flutter of his eyelashes and a cheeky grin.
“Ah, my prince,” Harry sighed. “You’re beginning to look like a Patriarch’s mate.”
Draco leaned forward to rest his lips on Harry’s, but Harry seized him and held them together, kissing him deeply. Draco felt Harry’s fangs beginning to extend and he rubbed his tongue across one, tangling his hand in Harry’s messy hair.
Harry pulled away from Draco, panting harshly, his fangs jutting out of his mouth. His eyes looked wild as the vampire in him came into full view.
“Why have you not bitten me yet?” Draco asked quietly as he fingered the heavy black heart-shaped stone hanging over his Adam’s apple. His eyes shyly met Harry’s and he gasped at the desire he saw in them.
“I-I want you to be sure about everything when it happens,” Harry breathed. “I’ve wanted to before, and I’ve had to bite into something else to refrain from doing so. Lately, I keep myself bloated with Blood Wine.”
“Oh,” Draco said. “Why don’t you bite me now?”
“Because,” Harry sighed. “It will hurt you and you must be certain. Come, we must fetch your godfather.”
[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]
Severus Snape, with a traveling suitcase in each hand, entered the dark Malfoy garden, wondering why Draco had to pick the garden of all places. Why couldn’t he meet him in the well lit tea room, or the no-places-for-Voldemort-to-spring-from-in-the-undead-form dining hall?
He passed the dragon topiary, Draco’s favorite as a small child, and saw the fountain and the two young men standing next to it.
“Good evening, godfather,” Draco said. He reached for one of the bags, but both Severus and Harry snapped, “Draco!”
“What?” he asked, turning big eyes on his lover.
“You’re pregnant, Draco,” Harry said as if that explained everything. “I’ll not have you doing any heavy lifting in such a delicate state.”
“Professor Snape, sir,” Harry said with a curt bow of his head. “Hand me your bags; I will Apparate. You and Draco will use this portkey.”
He handed Draco a long silver chain, the one he always used for portkeys as they could easily accommodate many people at once.
“Portus.”
He watched as the two of them disappeared and then followed, disappearing with a solid crack.
[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]
Draco and his godfather tumbled onto the plush carpet of a room Draco had never entered before. It was a light room, all shades of white and blue, with long white curtains that pooled on the floor. The walls were painted Oceanside blue and had silver mirrored backed candle sconces hung every three or four feet with long white candles stuck in them. The bed was wide and low, a light oak four poster with white sheets. There were miscellaneous baskets strewn around the room. The bed was nearer the two large windows in the room, and towards the other end of the room, there were two more doors and a large cauldron with a fire pit underneath.
Severus opened one door while Draco opened the other. Severus’s door opened to a large room with many shelves and rods along the walls, and a long dresser along the wall opposite the door. There was a three-panel mirror for seeing one’s backside to the left.
The door Draco opened lead to a beautiful light blue bathroom. An open shower was in the center of the room, with just a shower head coming from the ceiling, and a dip in the bathroom floor with a drain as the floor of the shower. To its left was a bathtub and to its right was a double sink with a large mirror. The floor was tiled with light blue and slightly darker blue mosaic squares and the lighting was softly blue. There was a door to a small, separate room with a toilet inside.
Draco rushed to the toilet and shut himself inside, relieving his bladder fully.
As he left the bathroom, he could hear voices in the main bedroom.
“-ting me stay here,” he heard Severus saying. “It’s really a beautiful manor, Potter. I wouldn’t have expected it. Then again, it is the Patriarchal Manor, I guess. Thank you for letting me stay here tonight.”
He walked out to see his lover and his godfather shaking hands.
“It’s no problem, Professor,” Harry said. “Draco told me he’d prefer if you stayed here, so it was done. I hope you find this suite comfortable.”
“Narcissa will love this room,” Severus said quietly.
“I hope you love it as well,” Harry said before he left, allowing his lover private time with his godfather.
“Oh, godfather!” Draco cried out as he hugged the only adult who had ever been nice to him, other than his mum, of course. “She will return to us and in the mean time, you will never tire of Harry’s library or potions supply rooms!”
Draco told him to unpack tomorrow and for now, just get some sleep.
Severus grudgingly agreed, letting Draco know he’d need to get the rest of his things if he intended to stay.
[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]
A few minutes later, Draco flopped onto the sofa next to Harry and asked him, “Can this manor charm its rooms? A few rooms at the Malfoy manor can do it.”
“Which room should I charm?” Harry asked as he stretched, his naked muscles rippling in the open air.
“Could you give Severus peaceful sleep for once?”
Harry nodded and said, “It is done.”
Draco took Harry’s hand and looked at the ring that had momentarily twinkled as it helped empower Harry’s magic. “It’s beautiful,” he sighed.
“I need to get yours tomorrow,” Harry chuckled.
“Mine?” Draco asked as he allowed himself to be stripped and pulled onto Harry’s lap. “My ring? I get a ring like that? Will it make me as powerful as you?”
Harry pulled Draco’s bare hips down onto him and groaned in the back of his throat.
“Surely not as powerful, but most likely more powerful than any other wizards,” Harry theorized.
“More powerful than . . .” Draco echoed before he smirked wickedly, the onyx heart against his milky skin glinting. He met Harry’s lips with an open-mouthed kiss and ground his hips down, listening to his lover’s sounds.
A/N: Terribly sorry, dolls. I had my baby a month ago and the month prior to birth and the month after birth have been just utterly chaotic. I'm trying hard to keep writing but between trying to keep my nipples from falling off (I'm breast feeding) and stealing fifteen minute intervals of sleep when the baby finally stops crying, I'm just getting worn down. How do people do this?!
Review. :)
Author: Deviant
Fandom: Harry Potter – Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17, always.
Disclaimer: There's no way I could ever own the legend that is Harry Potter. I am but a humble fan, seeking to amuse myself by toying with the genius creations of JK Rowling.
Warnings: M/M relationship, M/F relationship
Summary: After graduation and after the war, Harry and Draco meet by chance at St. Mungo’s while Draco is visiting his mother. A relationship ensues but secrets abound. How can Draco know what to do while his mother’s a mute? After all, mother knows best.
Mother Knows Best
Breaking News
Still April 9, towards 5 o’clock in the evening
Draco Apparated outside a store called “Cribs and Cloaks,” a wizarding megastore of baby supplies.
He looked around, still slightly unfamiliar with Knights Alley, but not worried about getting lost. Many of the people who frequented this wizarding shopping district were friendly. The war hadn’t touched them.
He entered Cribs and Cloaks and walked a few of the aisles before a middle-aged woman approached him.
“Hello, can I help you?” she cooed. “Are you needing anything in particular?”
Draco shook his head but then opened his mouth. “I . . . I’d like if I could buy some booties,” he said softly. “Some little boy ones, in blue or green?”
The woman nodded and walked with him to the booties aisle. “So, who’s the lucky one? Your sister or cousin. . ?”
“Oh,” Draco said even softer than earlier, face flushing brightly. “Oh, it’s um . . . it’s me, the. . . the lucky one.”
The woman, not missing a beat, smiled gently and said, “That’s beautiful. When are you due? You’re not exactly looking pregnant yet.”
Draco nodded with relief at her acceptance and said, “I’m not quite sure, but probably not for at least seven or eight months, I think.”
“Tell me about him.”
Draco thought about telling her to mind her own business, but then he realized she was just a woman who loved pregnancies and meeting the people going through them.
“Well, we went to school together, and we hated each other,” Draco said quietly as they kept walking toward the back of the store. “We drove each other crazy.”
“That’s so beautiful,” the woman said. “So much passion, I can tell.”
“Yes, so much,” Draco said. “And when we graduated, he saved my life, saved me from my father who meant to kill me.”
“Oh, that’s so romantic,” the woman sighed.
Draco had never seen it as romantic, but suddenly, he felt like crying. He sounded like it, too, when he spoke next, with his voice all choked up.
“And he was in the hospital for a very long time, but when he got out, he tried to develop a friendship,” he said, trying to push away the tears that threatened to spill from this woman’s romantic cooing and sweet sighing. “And he was such a gentleman, always, helping me care for my mother, helping me care for myself . . . and we made love several times and he was. . . he is very good.”
The woman giggled and added, “Those are usually some of the best parts of pregnancies.”
“I haven’t told him I’m pregnant yet,” Draco said, his voice tense. “I’m going to tell him tonight. But I just found out this morning at the hospital.”
“Oh, that’s beautiful,” she said. “Will you ask him out to dinner?”
“I think . . . I think that I will,” Draco said with a slowly developing smile. He put his hand on the top of his stomach and whispered, “I just hope he wants me still.”
“Oh, darling,” the woman cooed as she hugged Draco. “He sounds like a marvelous man. He sounds so much like my first husband, God rest his soul. He will still want you and he will still love you, I’m certain of it.”
Draco mouthed, “I hope so.”
They reached the booties aisle and the woman waited while he selected the pair he wanted, a petal-soft pair of emerald green booties with small leaves as buttons for the slender woven straps on them.
When Draco left the store an hour later, he had a pair of booties and the address of a woman he could go to for anything, about his baby or otherwise.
[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]
Draco Apparated from Knights Alley to Diagon Alley and fled to the post office, sending an owl right away to Harry to ask him out for dinner at 6 o’clock, once again at Mama Rosa’s.
Harry, please meet me at Mama Rosa’s for dinner tonight at 6. I need to speak with you. –Draco
[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]
Draco paced the private room nervously as he waited for Harry to arrive. A storm cloud in his head pelted him with worries.
What if Harry didn’t get the note?
What if Harry didn’t want to show because of how he had acted last week?
What if Harry had found someone else already?
What if Harry was sick or in trouble?
What if Harry wouldn’t want him anymore?
What if Harry . . .
His thoughts spiraled out of control and he didn’t notice himself crying as he clenched the green booties in his hands.
“What if Harry leaves me? What if Harry doesn’t love me anymore? What if he never loved me and I was just fooling myself? What will I do if he leaves?”
“If who leaves?” Harry’s voice broke through the air.
Draco turned around and threw himself into Harry’s arms with relief at seeing his Patriarch.
“If who leaves, il mio uccello?” Harry asked him.
“What?” Draco asked, surprised at hearing the nickname from a man who had come hundreds of years after the Italian man who called his wife that, surprised at hearing the nickname that he had secretly fallen in love with, and even more surprised when he heard it again.
“What’s wrong, my pet?” Harry squeezed the young blond and kissed his forehead.
“N-nothing,” Draco managed to stammer. He didn’t realize Harry could feel his mind, that he could sense when he was lying and could also see, quite in plain view, the green booties in his hands.
“Il mio uccello,” Harry purred softly. When he saw Draco’s surprised stares, he shrugged. “Perhaps there is more to either of us than the other knows. Do you like it?”
“I, well . . . I, yes, I do, I mean . . . what are you calling me?” Draco stuttered as he squeezed the booties, still unaware they were in front of Harry’s nose.
“My little bird,” Harry said. He lifted Draco in his arms and carried him, bridal style, to the table, nudging a chair out with his foot. He set the blond in the chair easily and took the booties from his hands, laying them on the table.
“And I think my little bird has something to tell me,” Harry said with a smile. “Draco?”
“Harry, I . . .” Draco stammered. He blinked rapidly and stared down into the emerald eyes of his lover, his baby’s father, his . . . his life-mate. His life mate who could hear his heart beat, feel his mind, see his soul. Harry was on his knees in front of him, almost as if he were going to propose to Draco, right then, right there . . .
“Draco?”
“HarryI’mpregnant!” Draco cried out, picking up the booties as Harry’s eyes and smile widened immeasurably. “I’m . . . I have a baby in me! I’m going to have your heir. Harry, we’re ma- . . .”
Draco slid down the chair and into Harry’s lap, fainted with relief that Harry hadn’t left him and had even seemed happy about it.
Harry lifted the blond and Apparated out of the room, leaving a note on the table saying they’d left already, leaving a few sickles on the table for their wasted effort reserving the room for them. He hugged the blond close to him, wondering at how things had turned around so suddenly. His lover. His Draco. His mate.
[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]
The same day, April 9, at 8 o’clock
Draco woke from a lazy sleep two hours later and found himself undressed in the same canopy bed he’d seen so many times before.
“Harry?” he called out softly. He heard a book close and feet as they padded towards him.
“Yes, my little thing?” Harry answered. He smiled as he sat on the bed near Draco. “Are you feeling better?”
“What does this mean, then, Harry?” Draco asked, a scared look in his eyes.
“It means we are mates, Draco,” Harry said. “It means we are perfect together. Perfect enough to allow the passage of the strongest and most difficult bloodline in history. Do you know how rare that is? Some wait centuries, Draco. . . Centuries of . . . We are life-mates, we are meant to be.”
“What if . . . do you want to be my mate?” Draco asked, keeping his eyes down. His throat was seized with worry that Harry only wanted to be with him because Draco would bear his Heir. His placed a hand on his stomach and wondered when it would begin to show, secretly hoping it would soon.
“Yes, Draco,” Harry said as he grabbed Draco’s chin and forced him to meet his eyes. “I love you, Draco.”
“I . . .” Draco started before he choked on his words. “I love you, Harry.”
He turned his silver eyes up to Harry’s and started crying. “I love you, Harry,” he repeated. “I love you, Harry. I’m your life-mate and I love you.”
Harry hugged him close to his chest and answered every one of Draco’s announcements with his own proclamations.
[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]
April 9
Severus, please pack an overnight bag and meet me near the fountain in the gardens precisely at 9 o’clock. You will stay with us tonight.
Draco
Draco sent the letter with Harry’s approval, one of the manor’s phoenixes flying silently out the great bay windows.
“I’m sorry, Harry,” Draco began again, “but he goes absolutely mad when he’s by himself, especially with mother in the hospital, and . . .”
“Draco!” Harry snapped. “Draco, darling, if I have to listen to you apologize one more time, I’m going to wring your beautiful neck.”
Draco smiled shyly and crawled back across the bed towards his partner. “You would wring my neck?”
“I have something for your neck,” Harry said as he summoned the collar he had found earlier that day.
“Oh, Harry!” Draco gasped as he stared at the graceful and regal choker. “Will you put it on me?”
He leaned toward Harry’s face and got a strong smell of vanilla and almost purred. He pulled some of his longer hair up so Harry could twist the ribbon around his neck and connect the clasp.
“Does it look beautiful on me?” Draco asked Harry with a flutter of his eyelashes and a cheeky grin.
“Ah, my prince,” Harry sighed. “You’re beginning to look like a Patriarch’s mate.”
Draco leaned forward to rest his lips on Harry’s, but Harry seized him and held them together, kissing him deeply. Draco felt Harry’s fangs beginning to extend and he rubbed his tongue across one, tangling his hand in Harry’s messy hair.
Harry pulled away from Draco, panting harshly, his fangs jutting out of his mouth. His eyes looked wild as the vampire in him came into full view.
“Why have you not bitten me yet?” Draco asked quietly as he fingered the heavy black heart-shaped stone hanging over his Adam’s apple. His eyes shyly met Harry’s and he gasped at the desire he saw in them.
“I-I want you to be sure about everything when it happens,” Harry breathed. “I’ve wanted to before, and I’ve had to bite into something else to refrain from doing so. Lately, I keep myself bloated with Blood Wine.”
“Oh,” Draco said. “Why don’t you bite me now?”
“Because,” Harry sighed. “It will hurt you and you must be certain. Come, we must fetch your godfather.”
[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]
Severus Snape, with a traveling suitcase in each hand, entered the dark Malfoy garden, wondering why Draco had to pick the garden of all places. Why couldn’t he meet him in the well lit tea room, or the no-places-for-Voldemort-to-spring-from-in-the-undead-form dining hall?
He passed the dragon topiary, Draco’s favorite as a small child, and saw the fountain and the two young men standing next to it.
“Good evening, godfather,” Draco said. He reached for one of the bags, but both Severus and Harry snapped, “Draco!”
“What?” he asked, turning big eyes on his lover.
“You’re pregnant, Draco,” Harry said as if that explained everything. “I’ll not have you doing any heavy lifting in such a delicate state.”
“Professor Snape, sir,” Harry said with a curt bow of his head. “Hand me your bags; I will Apparate. You and Draco will use this portkey.”
He handed Draco a long silver chain, the one he always used for portkeys as they could easily accommodate many people at once.
“Portus.”
He watched as the two of them disappeared and then followed, disappearing with a solid crack.
[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]
Draco and his godfather tumbled onto the plush carpet of a room Draco had never entered before. It was a light room, all shades of white and blue, with long white curtains that pooled on the floor. The walls were painted Oceanside blue and had silver mirrored backed candle sconces hung every three or four feet with long white candles stuck in them. The bed was wide and low, a light oak four poster with white sheets. There were miscellaneous baskets strewn around the room. The bed was nearer the two large windows in the room, and towards the other end of the room, there were two more doors and a large cauldron with a fire pit underneath.
Severus opened one door while Draco opened the other. Severus’s door opened to a large room with many shelves and rods along the walls, and a long dresser along the wall opposite the door. There was a three-panel mirror for seeing one’s backside to the left.
The door Draco opened lead to a beautiful light blue bathroom. An open shower was in the center of the room, with just a shower head coming from the ceiling, and a dip in the bathroom floor with a drain as the floor of the shower. To its left was a bathtub and to its right was a double sink with a large mirror. The floor was tiled with light blue and slightly darker blue mosaic squares and the lighting was softly blue. There was a door to a small, separate room with a toilet inside.
Draco rushed to the toilet and shut himself inside, relieving his bladder fully.
As he left the bathroom, he could hear voices in the main bedroom.
“-ting me stay here,” he heard Severus saying. “It’s really a beautiful manor, Potter. I wouldn’t have expected it. Then again, it is the Patriarchal Manor, I guess. Thank you for letting me stay here tonight.”
He walked out to see his lover and his godfather shaking hands.
“It’s no problem, Professor,” Harry said. “Draco told me he’d prefer if you stayed here, so it was done. I hope you find this suite comfortable.”
“Narcissa will love this room,” Severus said quietly.
“I hope you love it as well,” Harry said before he left, allowing his lover private time with his godfather.
“Oh, godfather!” Draco cried out as he hugged the only adult who had ever been nice to him, other than his mum, of course. “She will return to us and in the mean time, you will never tire of Harry’s library or potions supply rooms!”
Draco told him to unpack tomorrow and for now, just get some sleep.
Severus grudgingly agreed, letting Draco know he’d need to get the rest of his things if he intended to stay.
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A few minutes later, Draco flopped onto the sofa next to Harry and asked him, “Can this manor charm its rooms? A few rooms at the Malfoy manor can do it.”
“Which room should I charm?” Harry asked as he stretched, his naked muscles rippling in the open air.
“Could you give Severus peaceful sleep for once?”
Harry nodded and said, “It is done.”
Draco took Harry’s hand and looked at the ring that had momentarily twinkled as it helped empower Harry’s magic. “It’s beautiful,” he sighed.
“I need to get yours tomorrow,” Harry chuckled.
“Mine?” Draco asked as he allowed himself to be stripped and pulled onto Harry’s lap. “My ring? I get a ring like that? Will it make me as powerful as you?”
Harry pulled Draco’s bare hips down onto him and groaned in the back of his throat.
“Surely not as powerful, but most likely more powerful than any other wizards,” Harry theorized.
“More powerful than . . .” Draco echoed before he smirked wickedly, the onyx heart against his milky skin glinting. He met Harry’s lips with an open-mouthed kiss and ground his hips down, listening to his lover’s sounds.
A/N: Terribly sorry, dolls. I had my baby a month ago and the month prior to birth and the month after birth have been just utterly chaotic. I'm trying hard to keep writing but between trying to keep my nipples from falling off (I'm breast feeding) and stealing fifteen minute intervals of sleep when the baby finally stops crying, I'm just getting worn down. How do people do this?!
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