AN: Don't even ask what this is- cuz i have no idea- This will be updated whenever i feel like it :) Huge au mix of 4th and 6th year. The triwizard tournament will be included, but else the rest will pretty much be 6th year, but VERY au. The Triwizard tournament did not take place in 4th year- so make up your own 4th year where the scene on the graveyard (minus Cedric dying) still happens and my story will work for ya.

Draco Malfoy was furious. His father had been put to Azkaban and oh so golden Potter had crushed his family's reputation. Draco clenched his fists by his sides. His mother was moving to France for the time being, as she didn't like being in the manor all by herself. This meant Draco would have to spend fucking Christmas at Hogwarts. Since his first year at the school he had always bragged about how amazing Christmas was at the manor, not being able to go home for said holiday this year, really had turned his world 180 degrees. It made him realize just how much things had changed since his first year.

First of all, he now had to make up for his father's mistakes. He was relieved the dark lord hadn't marked him as his servant just yet, but the burden on his shoulders were as big as if he had. He had to kill Dumbledore. The greatest wizard of all times had to be murdered by a 16-year-old boy.

If that wasn't enough, the old fool had decided to reinforce the triwizard tournament to create alliances between different countries. Bullshit. He huffed. At first he had been excited to see the tasks unfold, watching others endure danger, while he was safely seated in the tribune rows. He had always enjoyed the public humiliation the participants with no doubt would face. Of course Potter had to ruin it. Harry fucking Potter was the Hogwarts participant. Everyone from 6th year and up was allowed to participate and Potter and the stupid Weasel had of course put their names in. Gryffindor's like them probably enjoyed showing off their courage.

That wasn't the worst thing though. Draco had been betting on Victor Krum taking home a safe win in the first task, but of course Potter had to do something incredible stupid and fuck up the judges' votes, by getting top marks. Draco snorted. It would probably be the only thing Potter would ever get topmarks in.

Speaking of Potter, said male just left the Great hall. For once he wasn't surrounded by his idiotic friends. Draco glared at him, Potter returning the glare, the two passing each other without an exchange of words.

Hell no. Potter would pay for ruining his normal. Potter was a fucking asshole and even hero assholes had to pay for causing others misery. Draco turned around and grabbed a hold of Potter's wrist, pulling the dark haired teen into the nearest broom closet, slamming the other male against the closed door

Potter's only response had been an involuntary whimper and Draco lost it. He pulled Potter's wand out of his hand, throwing it away like the trash it was, eyes locked with bright green ones, full of surprise.

"Oh Potter don't look so surprised, you knew it was about to happen one day. It's time to pay for the pain you've cause my family." Draco almost growled the words out, Potter not even as much as flinching, which annoyed Draco to no end.

"Did you know muggles adopted spanking from wizards Potter? Their only problem being that they didn't have a wand to intensify their own strength."

At this Potter's eyes widened and it seemed like things finally sunk into the Gryffindor's head. He finally realized Draco was being for real.

Draco laughed. "You thought I was all words didn't you Potter?"

Potter visible gulped, now actually attempting to free himself. Draco tsked, before he restrained Potters wrists with a quick spell, then locked the door behind the Gryffindor and turned to look for something he could transfigure into some form of chair. His eyes landed on an old broom, the handle was covered in a dark blue substance, which reminded him of slime. That would have to do. He raised an eyebrow as Potter glared at him.

"Now, now Potter. Be a good boy and I might not feel the need to punish you too hard."

That seemed to do the trick, Potter stood still in his spot, fiddling with his hands, but other than that, doing as he was told. Who would have known Potter could actually follow the rules he was given.

Draco pat his head, mostly to annoy the git, before he returned to the broom. Concentrating about transfiguring said broom into a rather tacky looking stool. He turned to Potter, raising an eyebrow.

"Pants down Potter. We don't have all day."

Potter stood frozen to his spot, before he collected himself enough to shake his head violently. Draco rolled his eyes. Potter really was a pain in the ass. He tsked at the other male, before casting a charm which successfully undressed Potter in one blink of the eye, and on top of that folded his clothes nicely in a pile. He looked satisfied at the pile for a moment. He had gotten a lot better at that spell after he had used it on Blaise continuously, when the tan boy pissed him off.

Draco's eyes then moved to the very naked Harry Potter, who was trying to cover himself up. Draco huffed.

"Potter, get your ass over here" Potter lifted his head, looking much like a dear caught in headlights, before he shuffled over to Draco, who calmly took a seat at the stool.

"What are you waiting for Potter?"

"You can't do this to me Malfoy! You'll be punished!"

Draco raised an eyebrow, chuckling. He was surprised Potter had kept the silent treatment up for so long.

"Oh dear." He shook his head. "Potter, who would you tell that Draco Malfoy had humiliated you like this?"

That seemed to do the trick, because Potter immediately shut up and sent a few glances around the room before he awkwardly laid on Draco's lap, attempting to get comfortable, though it was clear that attempt was wasted.

Draco wasn't surprised that even the golden boy's butt seemed to be special. It seemed like dear Potter had actually worked out to get a nice butt. Not that Draco would complain about the current view.

His hand found one of Potter's ass cheeks, giving it a firm squeeze.
"Seems like you've been working out just for this moment Potter, huh?"

Potter made a weird noise in the back of his throat, which made no sense what so ever. Draco simply took it as agreement and pulled his wand out.

"I hope you enjoy pain Potter." Potter squirmed in his lap, obvious unsatisfied with the situation.

Draco circled his wand over the other male's firm ass, whispering an incantation he had heard his father use so many times before. He hummed in content as Potter's ass shortly lighted up green, before the light disappeared.

Now it was time to give back some of his pain to Potter. He glared at the offending mob of black hair, without a second thought slapping Potter's ass with as much strength as he could possible master.

He froze. He hadn't expected Potter's reaction. Potter arched into him, letting out a mix between a whimper and a moan. If Draco didn't know better, he would have thought Potter liked it.

Draco tried to ignore the sounds Potter made as his hand repeatedly collided with Potter's butt, the flesh already beef red. The spell he'd used had made Potter's ass especially sensitive.

Draco tried to pour all his anger and frustration with his life, the task he had to achieve and Potter being fucking Potter into his arm. Managing to close out the sounds Potter made, eyes locked on the way Potter's ass grew deeper red for each time his hand collided with it.

Then he felt it. He stopped the slap halfway, arm awkwardly in the air mid slap. He gulped. It couldn't be.

"Turn over Potter!" When Potter didn't react right away, the desperation sneaked into Draco's voice as he almost yelled. "Fucking turn over now!"

Potter took a moment to catch his breath before he maneuvered around, so he was lying awkwardly on his back on Draco's lap. The other male's face was bright red. A color Draco usually saw on the other's face whenever he was angry. His hair was sticking to his forehead and Potter flickered his tongue out to lick his dry lips.

Draco almost didn't dare let his eyes move further down, but in the end, he pressured himself to do just that. Potter's hands lay comfortably on his stomach, still tied together with an invisible string. The interesting thing was what was below his hands.
If Draco had been drinking water, he would probably have spit it out. Potter wasn't just hard, he was leaking. Draco bit his lip, averting his gaze.

Potter had gotten hard from being spanked by him. What had the world come to. While Draco tried to get his thoughts around the obvious facts presented in front of him, Potter seemed to grow impatient.

"So it was all words huh Malfoy? In the end, you are too much of a coward to actually do anything" Draco started laughing.

Potter had to have lost it. He wanted Draco to continue spanking him. Which kind of crazy version of their world had he landed in? Potter was glaring at him.

"Fuck you, Malfoy!"

Draco kept laughing, reaching in to move the other male's hair away from his forehead.

"Potter. You really think I can continue punishing you when you obviously like it?"

Potter's glare intensified. "Just fucking continue Malfoy! It hurts."

Draco's eyes darted down to Potter's erection, a grin spreading on his face.

"Is that so? I guess denying your release will be enough punishment for this time, huh Potter?"
Potter didn't seem to think so. Draco had no idea how he had undone the charm Draco had tied his hands with, but he found himself roughly being pushed onto the ground, before Potter was fumbling with his clothes.

"if you won't take care of it I will!" Potter growled.

This really was most enlightening. Potter was just as much of a horny teenager as anyone else. Draco pushed Potter's hands away, rolling his eyes before his own clothes landed in a neat pile beside Potter's.

"Tell anyone and I'll kill you with my bare hands Potter" He sneered, Potter barely paying any attention to him, the black haired teen busy pressing their naked bodies together to achieve some kind of friction. By the Gryffindor's rather pathetic attempt it became clear to Draco that he had absolutely no experience.

"Potter. I make the rules. Get off me and stand on all four. Stick your ass up. You have 10 seconds."

Then he started counting down, sitting up after Potter scrambled off him, getting into the position Draco had told him, making Draco chuckle for himself.

The knowledge he now had over Potter could ruin the male's reputation. If anyone knew just how submissive Potter was, who knew what his fellow Slytherin housemates could think of. Draco could already imagine it. Cornering Potter and taking advantage of his weakness.

Draco sneakered as he moved over to Potter, giving his ass a firm squeeze.

"Who would have known Harry bloody Potter was such a needy cock slut?"

Harry whimpered, mumbling. "Shut up Malfoy- Just- fucking do your thing"

Draco chuckled as he pulled his wand out from the pile containing his clothes, accioing Potter's wand, no way he was gonna dirty his own wand tsk tsk.

He then proceeded to rub the tip of Potter's wand in between his ass cheeks, making Potter arch himself against the dirty floor. Draco continued his ministration of Potter's crack for a while, before he pushed Potter's wand inside his hole. Potter cried out in surprise, Draco was almost certain he had heard his name leaving Potter's lips.

"Fuck" Potter breathed the word out, his fingers scratching against the stone floor.

Draco raised an eyebrow, before he, using his own wand on Potter's, cast a form of engorgio to thicken the wand. The added size made Potter squirm ungracefully on the floor, pathetic whimpers and moans leaving the dark haired teen, as he seemed to desperately cling onto the stone floor to stay level headed.

Draco felt his lips move into a familiar smirk, every five second casting the enlargement charm, watching Potter squirm underneath his gaze.

At one point Potter seemed to find his voice, his breathing was almost too heavy for what he said to be understandable though, but Draco clearly caught the meaning.

He pulled the wand out, returning it to its original size, before he turned his gaze to meet Potter's. The other male looked spent, but at the same time his eyes spoke of an unsatisfaction Draco knew more than well. He gulped.

Who would have known he'd one day be fucking Harry Potter, but who was he to say no to a free fuck. Draco winked at Potter, which successfully made the other teen turn his face away in embarrassment, before he grabbed a hold of his own cock, stroking it a few times, before he moved into place, aligning his cock's head with Potter's now wide spread hole.

Potter made a sound in approval, when Draco started pushing his cock inside him. As soon as he was fully seated inside Potter, Draco took a moment to take a breath, before his hands found hold of Potter's hips.

"Fuck, just move goddammit." Potter grunted, impatiently pushing his ass backwards.

And for once it was Draco who did as Potter told him to. And he had no regrets. Potter's ass around his cock was something else. The other male's hole clenching around his shaft from time to time, making Draco's breath hitch with every single clench. He wasn't sure how long any of them lasted. He just knew that by the time he came he was rocking his hips so hard it hurt.

He collapsed on top of Potter, his seeds filling up the golden boy. Potter seemingly haven released himself only moments before Draco. Both of them panting heavily as they lay in a pile of sweat, cum and bodies on the floor.

Draco finally collected himself enough to pull away from Potter, his limp cock slipping out Potter's hole with a sound, which filled up the silent room.

Potter curled up on the floor, Draco sending him one look, before he swished his wand, cleaning himself from cum and freeing himself from the smell of sex. He strode over to the pile containing his clothes, silently getting dressed. When he was fully clothed he turned to Potter, throwing said male's wand to him, being careful not to touch it too much. After all the thing had been inside Potter's ass.

Draco nodded to Potter before he unlocked the door and left the room, striding inside the Great hall, eating late breakfast. Good thing it was Saturday.

It had been a little over a week since the episode with Potter in the broom cupboard. Neither of them had approached the other or spoken as much as a word during said week. Draco didn't mind the slightest. That was if it hadn't been for the fact that, if he was honest with himself, he wanted to let out his stress over the task Voldemort had given him. What better way to release stress than to fuck Potter into the floor.

Potter on the other hand had seemed less cheerful, he had fallen asleep during most classes and more often asked to use the bathroom than any other student in the whole castle as far as Draco knew. While Draco was feeling fantastic or as fantastic as any 16 year old with his burden could feel, Potter seemed miserable.

The coming week, weird things started happening. The first case was a Ravenclaw girl in her 7th year. The rumors about her spread like a wildfire, especially because it seemed a Slytherin had been involved. The Ravenclaw girl was what seemed to be 5 weeks pregnant. It was a scandal. Never in Hogwarts history had a student been pregnant on the school's property. Draco had heard Mudblood Granger boast about how the school had apparently cast charms, which should make pregnancies impossible on school ground. Of course, said charms were checked and they were all in place. Untouched.

The Ravenclaw was the first of many to arrive at the hospitalwing that week complaining about morning sickness, tiredness and an extreme need to pee more often. Approximately 20 girls turned up, before the problem sank into Draco's head, when the pregnant one was male. And not just any male.

Harry Potter, the savior of the wizarding world was expecting a child. Just like the girls he was around 6 weeks into his pregnancy. Draco figured he was safe then. After all he and Potter's encounter had been merely a week ago.

He was wrong. At lunch, Potter appeared at the Slytherin table, looking all kinds of lost and broken. It made Draco wonder for a moment who could possibly have knocked the hero up. Potter walked directly over to him.

"Malfoy- We need to talk."

Draco blinked in confusion. "About what Potter? I don't believe we have anything to talk about."

Potter's eyes expressed something Draco had never seen in them before. He was begging Draco to come talk with him. Draco sighed and rose from the table, following Potter outside the Great hall. The two ironically enough ending up in their broomcloset. Potter was redfaced as he finally collected himself and looked at Draco.

"It's yours." He muttered, while resting one hand on his stomach.

Draco blinked. "What? How? Aren't you 6 weeks pregnant like most of the other girls?"

Potter shrugged. "7 weeks." He muttered, rubbing his neck, sighing.

"They aren't certain how it happened, but the pregnancy seems to be speed up somehow… in reality I shouldn't be more than two weeks pregnant, but it seems like 1 week makes up what in a regular cycle would be considered a month."

Draco gulped. "You're certain it's mine?"

For once he felt no urge to start a fight. If what Potter said was true… He had knocked up the golden boy.

When Harry nodded, he wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

"I-I'm certain. I haven't- been with a guy before you."

Judging by the pause in the middle of Potter's sentence, it was pretty clear to Draco that it wasn't just guys he hadn't been with before. Really. He had taken Potter's virginity and knocked him up. How ironic was that?

Potter sighed. "Just wanted to tell you" He muttered, before turning to leave the broomcloset.

Draco grabbed Potter's wrist. "A Malfoy never abandon family, Potter." He stated, eyes burning into Potter's.