Crashed Chapter 1: Just A Man, a harry potter fanfic

Crashed

Storyline; Harry Potter, slight AU from last two books.

Pairings: DracoXHarry, ronXHermione, others will be put up later or decided later.

RATING: M

CONTAINS: SLASH, MPREG, VIOLENCE, etc. DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE.

I will say this again. There is a male pregnancy in this fic. As in man, pregnant. And if you don't like don't read. And don't like reviewing and saying 'how can he get pregnant? He's a man!' This is MPREG. Males can carry babies in their wombs, and give birth through their anal channel. Ok? Ok. I will go into more depth with it later if people are confused

Well I was moving at the speed of sound.
Head spinning, couldn't find my way around, and
didn't know that I was going down.
Yeah, yeah.
Where I've been, well it's all a blur.
What I was looking for, I'm not sure.
Too late and didn't see it coming.
Yeah, yeah.

And then I crashed into you,
And I went up in flames.
Could've been the death of me,
But then you breathed your breath in me.
And I crashed into you,
Like a runaway train.
You will consume me,
But I can't walk away.

Somehow, I couldn't stop myself.
I just wanted to know how it felt.
Too strong, I couldn't hold on.
Yeah, yeah.
Now I'm just tryin' to make some sense
Out of how and why this happened.
Where we're heading, there's just no knowing.
Yeah, yeah.

From your face, your eyes
Are burning to me.
You saved me, you gave me
Just what I need.
Oh, just what I need.

And then I crashed into you,
And then I crashed into you,
And then I crashed into you,
And then I crashed into you,
And I crashed into you,
Like a runaway train.
You will consume me,

Crashed - Chris Daughtry

Chapter 1 – Just A Man

Harry James Potter was many things.

Harry Potter was a brother, adopted into the loving Weasley family at seventeen, treated as a Weasley, as if Molly had birthed him herself. Harry was a son, loved by Molly and Arthur, loved by his late godfathers, Sirius and Remus, and even by his own dead parents, Lily and James. Harry was an uncle, hopelessly devoted to his nieces and nephews throughout the Weasley clan, and to his godson, Teddy Lupin. He was a friend, almost always seen with his best friends, the newly married couple, Ron and Hermione Weasley.

He was a boss, Head Auror by the age of just twenty, and treated all his colleagues the same, and always got the job done. He was a hero, defeated the most powerful dark lord of all time, Lord Voldemort at seventeen, and saved the entire world more than once. He lived in Grimmauld Place, a large pure Wizarding house in London, his house elf Kreacher doing most of his housework, and a Weasley was always there at some part of the day. But there was one most distinctive part of Harry Potter that almost everyone spotted on sight.

Harry James Potter was a lonely man.

Sure, he had his family, the Weasley's, Teddy and his grandmother, Andromeda, even Luna and Neville, but he was lonely. Most of those eh called parents or his birtyh family had either died whne he was younger, or died to protect him. He had many lovers; none lasting too long, a month or two is the longest. He had no idea what he wanted from them apart from sex, so it merely dwindled away until once again, Harry was sitting on Ron and Hermione's couch, a bottle of scotch in his hand, wondering what the hell went wrong, and when the hell is life would itself out.

That was how Harry Potter lived his life. He awoke, Kreacher made him his breakfast, and he left to work. He moved through the day almost robotic, dealing with Dark Wizards left, right and center, filing paperwork, wondering if his life would continue in the same fashion as it was now. He conversed with the friends he had at the Ministry, frequently having a Butterbeer with Arthur and Kingsley. On most days he would visit Ron and Hermione, even baby-sit Baby Rosie Harriet if he thought Hermione looked too tired and needed moer time wih ron, or he even went out with Luna if the mood struck him to do something wild. It was on those days Harry arrived home and vomited on most of the surfaces, before awaking with a throbbing headache. If he had a lover at that point, he would meet them and naturally have the sex he wanted. After a while it became a habit for him. And it ended.

His lovers mostly cared for him, liked him anyway. Most were after sex like him, wanting nothing more, and merely leaving when he paid no more attention to their needs, and concentrated solely on his work. This was how he expected to live out the rest of his life.

So on the stormy morning of November 21st 2002, at just twenty-two, Harry James Potter awoke, felling today would be exactly the same as it had been hundred times before; meet a wizard, work with them, give them a job if they were looking, arrest them if he needed to. Normal day.

He never knew as he went about his daily activities, that that day, one wizard would change absolutely everything for him. Whether he liked it or not.

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It was times like this that Draco Lucius Malfoy wondered how he got in these situations. At twenty-two, people believed he would've grown out of things like this.

"Bet you aren't proud of yourself now, are you, Malfoy?" And to have someone like Weasel escorting him to wherever the hell he had to go was not helping the situation.

He didn't answer, but continued to follow the Weasel down the numerous corridors of the Ministry of Magic. He wasn't worried. He knew it would be easy to get out of any business that he got himself into. His father's associates within the Ministry hadn't deteriorated, even though he was trailed as a Death Eater. Narcissa saying how she helped Potter helped them all, probably more than she thought it would. He scoffed at himself. Twenty-two and still relying on his father…it made him hate himself. But it was the easiest way to get out of most problems.

Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy line, was unemployed, single and near eviction. He knew he would regret getting a Muggle apartment, especially since his father refused to help him financially and he coudlnt exchange Galleons, Sickles and Knuts for Muggle currency at the momet. The unemployment by anyone didn't really bother him; well not until he got the monthly payments. The eviction definitely bothered him. The fact he was single, he loved it.

Draco Malfoy exchanged partners more time than he changed his own socks. Nothing more than meaningless sex. With Muggles, Mudbloods, purebloods, half bloods, when it came to sex it was all the same to him. As long as he got what he wanted, he didn't care. Anyone that tried to stay the next morning or make a relationship or whatever crap they wanted, Draco kicked the guy out, right into his sore and pounded ass.

He was never going to commit, not matter how much his mother begged him to find the right guy and settle down, make sure the Amalfoy line continues. He was going to be single, and enjoy life.

And he'd be able to get on with it, if that goddamned freckled Weasley would walk faster!

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"Morning, Harry!" Harry looked up at the sound of his name, and smiled as Luna walked in.

"Hey, Bella Luna" he replied, leaning over to grab his Starbucks coffee. Luna strolled right in, dropping her coat on the back of the chair, before sitting down right on Harry's lap. Luna Lovegood, recently new member to the Ministry, from the Wizarding Botany Department, and one of Harry's oldest friends. Declared insane by all of her friends and boyfriend Neville Longbottom, she had somehow wormed her way right into the Ministry, much to everyone's surprise. When Hermione had plucked up the courage to ask her why she picked that Department specifically, Luna exclaimed with joy that she finally wanted to be able to find a plant that would be able to stop you from being cursed, and be able to use them withought putting them as potion ingredients. Hermione merely tutted at Luna and continued to feed Rosie.

Harry grunted as Luna sat on him. She wasnt particularly heavy and was very small compared to Harry's 6ft 2, but it still annoyed him. "Lune? Do you have to just plonk yourself on me?"

"Yes" she stated, picking up one of the pieces of parchment from his desk, leaning back into his chest. Harry snorted, not bothering to move her, as he probably wouldn't succeed.

"So, you got the house, yet?" he asked. Luna nodded, not paying much attention to him. Harry snorted, leaning around her to pick up another piece of parchment.

Luna had been another of his closest friends during the past few years since the war, and had been dating another friend, overly nervous Herbologist Neville Longbottom, for two of those years. It still amazed Harry how two completely different people could fall so easily in love. Well, after Luna forced Neville to take her out, of course.

Harry glanced once more to the pixie like friend of his. Her usually waist length hair had finally been cut much shorter, in a pure white spiked bob. She bit her plump lip as she read through the parchment on Harry's last assignment, her eyes flickering across ther page.

"What are you thinking, Lune?" Harry asked, intrigued.

"Flying pigs"

"Eh?" Harry said, blinking, and completely baffled.

"Well, there is a saying, 'when pigs fly', I was thinking, if pigs could fly-"

"I might have to stop you there, Lune" Harry muttered, rubbing the bridge of his nose and frowning. "I already feel a migraine coming on"

Luna giggled, dropping the parchment before cupping Harry's head between her hands, forcing him to look her directly in the eyes.

"We are moving in this afternoon," she stated. "You will come, and help unpack and what not, and you will join us for dinner" the tone of her voice made Harry realize he probably didn't have a choice. Blinking at the Hermione like stare she fixed him with, he couldn't help but nod.

"I promise I will be there, ok?" he replied, not noticing that his door was open and two people had entered, until a familiar drawl made his head turn so fast he could've sworn that it cricked.

"Well, are we…interrupting something?"

Harry couldn't stop the snarl appear on his face as he saw Ron in the doorway, glaring himself at Draco Malfoy.

This day is just fucking brilliant, isn't it?

Luna rolled her eyes, before slipping off Harry's lap. "Six o clock" she said, strongly, before leaving giving Ron a smile and nodding at Draco, who sneered. Harry rolled his eyes as well. Luna couldn't help but be nice to almost everyone, even if they didn't deserve her kindness. Especially people like Malfoy. He didn't deserve anything people gave him.

"Alright, mate?" Ron asked, grinning, dropping a file onto Harry's already cluttered desk.

Harry groaned. "What now?"

"I have to go pick up Rosie, so can you…" he glanced back to Malfoy, who leaned against the doorway, glancing back and forth between the two Aurors. "Deal with him?" he spat out, looking back to his 'brother'.

Harry rubbed his forehead. "Fine" he muttered, grabbing the file, glaring at his desk in disgust.

"Thanks, I'll see you later at Luna's, ok?" he smiled apologetically, before leaving. Harry couldn't help but glare after the red head. Today was already going bad for him. Three other wizards had dropped their drinks on him, even though he could magick the stain away, it still pissed him off to no end. And Kingsley had given him three other assignments to take care of, all by the weekend. Having to deal with Malfoy was just the icing on the fucking cake.

"Sit down" Harry ordered Malfoy. Malfoy raised an eyebrow, before complying with the order.

"Bad day, Potter?" he asked, tilting his head to the side, a smirk on his face.

"Fuck off"

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Draco Malfoy was disgusted with himself. He sat there on Potter's incredible uncomfortable seat, waiting for the Head Auror to deal with his mishap. Personally he thought his offense was much to minor to be taken to the Head of the Department, but the Weasel obviously only trusted Harry with this, and he was right to. the man stared blankly at the file, scanning it with quick precision…his enemy was going to fix something for him. And all he could think of was how damn fuckable Potter looked.

He never seemed to wear the Wizarding robes and seemed to opt for smart Muggle wear. He wore a loose shirt, the top three buttons undone, and a tie loose around his neck. He was unshaven, small black hairs littering his chin and cheekbones, making him that slightly more irresistible. And his calculating green eyes flickered to Draco several times, pushing him a bit more each time. His hair was more shaggy than normal, already giving off that just shagged look. Draco yearned to make all of him look like that. As far as the rumours went Potter himself was gay, so their preferences wouldn't be a problem.

Draco blinked, trying to figure out the last time he had slept with someone. Must have been about…two weeks…that's probably it then. Draco smirked, adjusting himself so he was more comfortable in his excited state.

"Well, how bad is it then, Potter?" he asked, trying to speed the process along.

"Shut up" Potter muttered, rereading the file. Draco rolled his eyes. Even after Hogwarts the boy was still so infuriating. He hadn't changed at all. But then again neither had Draco so he couldn't blame him. They were so similar in so many ways that Potter didn't even know.

"You head butted a Ministry official" Potter began, turning back to face him, smirking at ghim smugly at his stupid mistake.

"He head butted me!" Draco retorted, as he had done to two other Aurors, as well as the Weasel.

"We have three reports that he did no such thing!" Potter snapped, closing the file.

"Just fix it, Potter!"

"I'm not in your fathers pocket, why should I?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in preparation for a challenge. "The second you walked into my office, Malfoy, you want to know what happened?" Draco glared as a Slytherin smirk appeared on Potters bloody face. "You became just like any other wizard who has walked into my room on an offence" he leaned closer, and Draco could see the contempt and humour in his sparkling green eyes. "You became…worthless"

Draco growled and quickly leant closer to Potter, his hands resting and clenching upon the desk. He was so close he could feel Potter's breath on his own mouth, Draco's upper lip curled as he glared at Potter's own. This man…he hated him but that goddamn lip was tormenting him! It was fucking undoing him.

Potter blinked. "Malfoy?" he tilted his head, confused as the blond continued to stare at his mouth, drifting lazily over his face, but centering on his top lip.

Draco's grey eyes flicked to Harry's green, and he snarled.

"Fucking half blood" he spat, and before Harry could retort, Draco grabbed his chin and their lips crashed together.

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He must have blanked out. He must have lost his mind. Because the next second, Harry found himself entwined around Malfoy, Malfoy's hands shoved into his hair, his own hands gripping his shirt and he was being forced backwards, lying on his desk, the papers strewn across the floor.

Malfoy, his enemy, the person he loathed most, second to Voldemort, was making ecstasy run through his veins instead of blood, roaring in his ears, until he thought he would explode from such pressure,

Draco hungrily attacked his mouth with such ferocity that Harry was sure that he would draw blood. But he didn't stop him. He attacked back, sucking on Draco's tongue, as it danced and pulled his own.

"Fucking Slytherin" Harry gasped with malice, as they broke apart gasping for air. Draco growled, grabbing Harry's hips to almost bruising pressure and grinding them hard against his own. Harry groaned, as his arousal was forced against Malfoy's own, through the barriers of their clothes. He bucked back, and Malfoy grunted, before attacking Harry's neck, biting hard but soft enough to not break the skin. Their pelvises never stopped moving together.

Stop…

"Stop…ah…ah! FUCK!" Harry cried, as a particularly hard combination of a thrust and bite made him arch into Malfoy. He felt Malfoy smirk against his neck, and the blond continued his ministrations with even more animalism.

He had to stop! He had to! Something like this! With Malfoy?! It wasn't right! He needed to stop! This was just an impulse! If he stopped now, it will end. He would hex Malfoy's dick right off and then bolt, find himself another sexual partner and he'll be fine.

His body disobeyed his mind and he spread his legs wider, Malfoy gripping his hips to get a better angle to the thrusts. Draco growled and suddenly Harry found himself being flipped right over, until he was bending over his desk. Before he could react, his trousers were being pulled down, and he winced from the sudden cold upon his burning skin. He heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down, before the familiar heat of Malfoy's body, leant against him once more.

"No fucking time now, Potter" the Slytherin panted, silkily into his ear. Harry panicked as he grabbed his hips.

"Oi, oi! I'm not a fucking woman, you need to –AH!" Harry screamed, burying his face in his arms to muffle it as much as possible, as Malfoy entered him with one hard thrust. His hands clenched into fists, almost hard enough to draw blood, and he began to pant, as Malfoy stilled, waiting for him to adjust.

He only gave him a minute, before he pulled out and slammed just as hard back in, making Harry groan as he hit his prostate dead on. He kept up the torturous thrusts, going as hard and fast as he could into Harry's welcoming body.

Harry didn't care. He didn't care who it was. Someone was making him come undone so easy and he didn't care. They were screwing in his office, and anyone could come in any minute, and he didn't care. Malfoy was giving him the best fuck of his life, nobody was going to stop this now. Malfoy bent forward, pressing his chest against Harry's back, and sucked and bit on his neck. Harry gripped his hair tightly, smirking as Malfoy groaned and bit his shoulder.

"Ha…harder" Harry choked out, and Malfoy immediately obliged, moving around to Harry's front, and pumping him in time to the thrusts. Harry felt stars form behind his eyes, and with a final scream, he came all over Malfoy's hand and his own stomach. In retaliation to that, Malfoy came deep within him, flooding his channel with come.

Harry's knees shook, and he fell to kneel on the floor, Draco still inside him. They stayed joined, panting, Harry leaning against Draco's chest, before they came to their senses at the exact time. Draco pulled out of Harry, making the brunette wince from the dull throb he left behind, and the both began to struggle back into his clothes. Harry refused to look at the blond, and began to clear up all the mess they made.

"Bye, Potter" Malfoy muttered, his voice void of all emotion and he marched towards the door.

"If you tell anyone about this, I'll kill you" Harry stated, his arms full of parchments. Draco paused and glanced back to him, taking in his flushed and messy appearance, and his incredibly messy hair from where his fingers had been running through it, tugging it almost from his scalp.

"Got it, Potter" he replied, marching from the office, leaving the brunette to deal with what they had done.

Harry never went to Luna's that night. He didn't call or speak to anyone. He told his assistant he was ill, and went immediately home. He ignored Kreacher's questions and just went to bed, determined to forget about Malfoy.

He would never forget that first night with Draco Malfoy.

HB; opening chapter to my dracoXHarry MPREG. My first lemon scene so hopefully its good. Will update as soon as possible (many reviews makes chapters come quicker, remember that)

I really shouldn't have posted this, I'm working on three other stories at the moment, but I had a brainwave and I had to write it down before I forgot it, well please read and review, tell me what you think. As you can see its AU, Luna is with Neville, Ron and Hermione already have Rosie and Ginny isn't with Harry. A few things are similar and some are different.

This was just an opening so chapters will be longer. Much longer.

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