Title: Accidents

Paring: TopHarry/BottomDraco

Rating: NC17/Mature

Warnings: Violence/ Sex/ NonCon/ Mpreg/ HC/ Dirty words

Disclaimer: It was me that got JK started…I swear!...All right, so maybe I didn't, but

damnit I wish I had! I don't own Harry Potter in any aspect whatsoever. I

do, however, own this plot, original characters, and any creative

ideas/theories.

Beta-ed By: Doinkers! I believe I love her with all my heart now! Thank you for your

hard work!

Chapter 1

Draco reached for a paper towel and wiped his mouth. He stood up with wobbly legs and exhaled a shaky breath. He knew this would happen eventually, but with the first person he had sex with? He couldn't believe it.

Draco washed his hands in the sink and washed the sweat from his face and the tears in his eyes. He dried his hands then reached for a pink and blue box lying on the counter beside him. Draco had an instinctual feeling he was carry a baby inside him, but it was best to know for sure.

The Wizarding version of a pregnancy test wasn't much different than the muggle way. There were two different types of tests, one for witches and one for magical creatures. The box included a kit that took about fifteen minutes to create. It consisted of ingredients to create a potion and a stick, similar to the muggle type. Because a magical residue is found in magical creatures, a potion is made to separate it from the urine. The potion causes the residue to turn purple and sink to the bottom of the container. After the potion separates, the stick is dipped into the top portion for thirty seconds. A plus sign indicates a positive pregnancy as a negative sign indicates not pregnant.

Draco followed the instruction and waited. After what seemed like an eternity, he looked at the result in front of him. His heart broke and his eyes stung with tears.

"That asshole…of all the assholes here, why did it have to be him? That stupid bastard got me pregnant…I guess I've found my mate."

Draco would have been overjoyed if the father of his child and mate was anyone else, but not Harry Potter. Not the Hogwarts slut. Not the Boy-Who-Fucked-Everyone.

Draco's left hand slid down to the flat plane of his toned stomach, "I have to tell him…ancient law forbids me to not tell. It's my obligation as his mate…I have no choice…"

The blonde boy showered, dressed, and made his way to the Great Hall for breakfast. He was the last of his house to arrive and took his seat quickly. He was starving, but breakfast didn't look as good as he had hoped. Everything was soaked with grease and just the smell of it made his stomach churn. Draco decided on buttered toast with strawberry jam and a glass of juice to wash it down. Each swallow seemed to stick to his throat and threaten to defy gravity and come back up.

Draco's hair stood on the back of his neck and he felt as if someone was starring at him. When he looked up from his plate, sure enough, he caught the gaze of the one whose eyes fell on him; Harry Potter. Draco's stomach flipped again and the butterflies fluttered with a vengeance. He quickly looked back down and pulled out a piece of parchment from his bag and his favorite quill, scribbling a short note.

'Potter,

I request your presence for a private word. Meet me in the locker room's infirmary down at the pitch. Eight o'clock sharp. Don't be late.

D. Malfoy'

Draco finished and looked back towards the ebon-haired teen. The sight disgusted him to no end and his heart twisted painfully. Ginny Weasley was practically in his lap, giggling away like some street whore. Some unknown blonde boy was on his other side leaning in close while rubbing Harry's thigh beneath the table. Harry looked at him again and Draco rolled his eyes, feigning indifference. Putting the parchment in his pocket, Draco got up from the table and swept out of the hall. He had to wash his hands anyways. Strawberry jam was a sticky bugger.

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The door opens to the bathroom and Draco looks to see who it could be. Seeing no one, he continues the task at hand. He shuts off the tap and turns around, but instead of seeing the bathroom before him, he sees the green-eyed boy that made his blood boil.

"Potter…Is there a reason why you're invading my personal space?" Draco spoke in his usual aristocratic manner, but inside, his heart picked up pace.

"You haven't minded me invading your personal space before…Remember four nights ago when you begged me to get as close as I could?" Harry smiled. It was smug and didn't look right on Harry's face at all.

Draco countered Harry quickly, "Remember Potter, you sought me out those weeks ago, not the other way around. You wanted me. Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'll head to class early." Draco made to leave, but Harry stopped him.

"What?" Draco asked sharply, wanting to leave desperately.

Harry got closer and locked eyes with Draco, "I saw you in there looking at me."

"Potter, I don't have the slightest idea what you're gabbing about. I look at lots of people all the time. Just bugger off and leave me alone." Draco tried to push his way past Harry once more, but Harry was physically stronger than he was.

"When I looked your way in the hall and you looked back, I could see something in your eyes. I'd say it was longing…but either way, your eyes are stunning…intense and beautiful…Do you want me, Draco?" Harry raised his hand and gently trailed a finger across the blonde's pink lips.

Draco jerked his head away and rolled his eyes, "Potter, your other little tarts may fall for that suave, caring line of bull, but I assure you, it means absolutely nothing to me."

Harry smirked, a habit he had started over the summer. He grabbed Draco by the waist with a seeker's speed and pulled him close. He leaned in and his hot breath ghosted over the Draco's ear, causing him to shiver.

"Thanks what makes you sooo much more fun than the others." Harry licked and nibbled the pale ear, felt Draco shaking, and tightened his arms around the slim waist, to give some sort of means to show him that he needn't be afraid. Harry hoisted Draco up onto the bathrooms counter and nestled himself between Draco's legs. He used the petite boy's shocked expression as an opening to attack the Cupid's bow lips. His tongue dived in deep as one hand threaded through the blonde tresses, pulling his hair and head back to gain access to Draco's neck.

When Draco's hands went to Harry's hair, Harry knew that he had turned the other boy into jelly. Harry's hands began to part Draco's robes and unbutton his shirt, running his hands over the smooth skin, teasing his nipples. Draco's breathing was shallow and rapid, his moans soft and wispy. Harry loved the sounds Draco made, and knew exactly how to get more.

Harry whispered between kisses, "Draco…how could you make me wait so long?" Harry finished unbuttoning Draco's shirt and pushed it off his shoulders to where it rested in the middle of his upper arms. Harry slid a hand down to Draco's pants, unbuttoned them, and unzipped the zipper.

When Draco felt Harry's hand around his cock, he snapped back into some form of reality, "H-Harry…stop…please s-stop…"

Harry smiled, "You know I won't. You're far too sexy to waste. Besides, you love it…" Harry then yanked down Draco's pants, making his shoes fall onto the floor with the pants. Harry muttered a spell and three of his fingers were instantly coated with a slippery lube. He pushed Draco back to where he was leaning on his hands and pushed the blonde's legs up and as far apart as they would go. Slowly, he pushed in one digit. It took a little while for Draco's body to adjust, but after a few minutes, a second finger joined the first and then a third. Harry knew Draco was ready when the smaller boy was thrusting against his fingers on his own.

Harry pulled out his fingers, but Draco grabbed Harry's hand, trying to put the fingers back inside of him. Harry let him, amused that Draco was being so needy today. His other hand reached forward and stroked Draco's hair, "Love…don't you want me inside of you?"

Draco's reply was a higher pitched "uh-huh" and a nod of his head.

"Then you have to let me have my fingers back, baby…" When Draco let go of Harry's hand, Harry pulled his cock out of his trousers, lubed it, and positioned himself at Draco's stretched entrance.

"Please…now…" Draco whimpered in a breathy voice.

Not wanting to torture the boy more than he wanted to, Harry pushed himself in, but only halfway. He wanted to look at the site before him before he really got started. Draco was leaning back resting his head on one shoulder. His delicate mouth was open slightly and a blush had crept to his cheeks. He was covered with a thin layer of sweat and his body temperature was hot. Looking further down, Harry could see Draco's legs as they spread as wide as he could get them. Harry could see his cock half buried inside the body he had come to crave these days…and a body it was. Although Draco was toned, he was thin and feminine, with a greater curve to his hips than a normal boy. For Harry, it was the perfect shape to hold onto for sex. Draco's body was perfect for Harry's every need.

Draco began squirming and Harry pushed in the rest of the way, "Mmm…Draco…you're so enthusiastic today…"

The rhythm was slow, but intense. Harry knew that was what Draco liked. He leaned down and kissed Draco, enjoying the moans Draco made around his tongue.

"Draco…I'm gonna cum soon…I want you to cum too and I wanna watch you do it…"

Draco's hand snaked down to his erection and he began pumping to the rhythm of Harry and soon, Draco came. With the tightening of Draco's already tight channel, Harry, too, came hard deep inside of Draco.

The two rested in the aftermath, trying to steady their rapid breathing and pounding hearts. Harry was the first move, pulling out of Draco's limp body. He cast a cleaning charm on Draco and himself before tucking himself back in his trousers.

"Class starts soon so we should get a move on." Harry spoke to a still dazed Draco.

"Yeah…okay… Draco made himself look presentable, even though it wasn't his best, and made to leave when he remembered the parchment in his pocket. He fished it out and thrust it into Harry's hand before making a hasty retreat to his class.

Harry unfolded the note, read it, and smiled. 'He can't get enough of me, can he?' Harry thought to himself before putting the paper in his bag and made his way to class.

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Draco took as seat in the back of Charms and knew he couldn't listen to the monotonous voice of Professor Flitwick. His mind wondered to what had just happened and mentally kicked himself.

'How could I have been that easy? I am not like some common trollop he can fuck around with anytime he pleases! I know he's my mate, but come on! I can't turn into jelly every time he touches me.'

Draco berated himself on this lack of self-control and vowed to stay focused for tonight's meeting. He swore that would not that black-haired demon-by with in arm's reach.

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Harry sat in Transfiguration, but his mind, too, was floating in the clouds. He couldn't steer away from the meetings between him and Draco. There was something about that boy that seemed exotic; almost forbidden because he was so much higher than everyone else. And Harry knew that all things forbidden were always what tasted the best and he knew he wanted to taste Draco, time and time again.

Harry contemplated what made Draco so desirable. Everything about the boy was different. Physically, he stood out and just beautiful. His white-blonde hair, his silvery-blue eyes, his aristocratic face, and down to his effeminate body…Draco was just different. Draco excited him to no end. He was the only one so far that keeps putting up a resistance to his advances with a sharp tongue, not caring that he was speaking to

The-Boy-Who-Lived.

Harry snapped out of his train of thought when he realized he was horny and hard all over again. He asked to be excused and walked to the restroom. He needed someone; any willing body would work.

He wondered around until he found a girl he "knew". She wasn't the prettiest thing, and definitely not up to Draco's standards, but Harry didn't care at the moment. He walked up to her, "It's been a while."

The girl, a short, thin brunet with curly hair and an air-headed personality, blushed and stuck out her chest a little more to look "sexy".

"It has been a long time, Harry. I've really been missing you." She fluttered her eyes in an attempt to be sensual, but didn't quite pull it off.

Harry smiled, but on the inside, he wasn't. Compared to Draco, she was nothing; only common.

"Well, since you've missed me, you can help me out with a little problem." Harry grabbed her hand and guided it to his crotch.

She giggled, "Okay…"

He ushered her into an empty classroom he had used countless of other times and bent her over a desk. He dug for a condom in his pocket and got ready. It was quick and cold and selfish. He didn't kiss her nor did he touch her breasts. When he finished, he turned to leave when she grabbed his sleeve.

"I was thinking, Harry…maybe we could do this more often…" She was panting slightly.

"Hmm…I don't think so, sweetheart. I remember why I dropped you in the first place. You sound like some damn banshee. Have a wonderful day." Harry disappeared from the room and back to class.

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Hermione eyed him suspiciously when he sat down beside her, "Harry! Can you not go five minutes without a fuck? It's dangerous to be with so many people."

Harry sighed. She always gave this lecture and it was getting old quick, "Herm…you know I'm safe. I always carry and use protection."

Hermione looked on with sad eyes, "I only worry about my best friend. What happened to the sweet boy who was here last year? This isn't like you."

McGonagall dismissed the class and Harry glared at Hermione, "Well, this is me now."

Harry left the classroom leaving a girl who was about to cry. He didn't care at the moment, anticipation fluttering away in his stomach about the meeting with Draco after Quidditch practice.