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Updated A/N: This is my second fiction, constructive criticism is appreciated. This fic will contain mature themes. Rated MA, or NC-17. Very mature. Contains male/male, and non-con. This will also contain m-preg. If you cannot handle such themes please leave. This story is not for people who do not like such labels listed above. Again will contain smut. Not this chapter but pretty much every single chapter after this one will have sexual themes. If you don't want to read about continuous smut, but still want to read this story then skip to chapters 7-9. If you do not want to read this story then please don't. I am not forcing you to read this fiction. There is no point in reading this work if you hate it. Again the following chapters will have a lot of sex. Read at your own discretion. Thank you for reading :)

I edit my own work. I apologize for any mistakes.

Chapter One: Into the Mystical Forest.

Harry's POV

The forest was lush with green plant life. The sounds of various animals screeched through the air. A small marsupial clung to its mother. The large eyes peered eerily into Harry's wide green eyes. Harry stopped suddenly. Neville was walking in front of him looking at a strange device. He vaguely remembered Neville saying that it would lead them to a certain type of plant.

A few days ago, Hermione had been looking into something she should have kept her nose out of. She had gone to look for some strange object, and in the process had been hit with an ancient curse. She was lying in the crisp white sheets of the hospital. The soft pale blue walls still made Harry cringe at the thought. She had stuttered out the name of the curse before falling into a deep dream. Harry had gone to Ron in a panic. After researching all night they had gathered all the information. They needed a potions master, a herbologist, and a tracker. The only ones that had been available at such short notice, was one Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, and of course Neville Longbottom. Ron, and Harry were simply there as guards.

Although Harry no longer had the urge to fight with Malfoy, he still was irritated by the smallest things. When Malfoy licked his lips, Harry wanted to punch him. When Malfoy lifted up his shirt to wipe sweat off his face, Harry saw red. Everything Malfoy did irritated Harry. Malfoy to his credit simply ignored Harry, which of course made Harry even angrier.

Harry heard Neville shout, and sprint forward. At the last moment he saw the purple light of a spell speed towards Neville, with lightning fast reflexes he sprinted to keep up. Unfortunately everyone else seemed to have the same idea. The purple curse enveloped all of them. Harry blacked out.

Neville's POV

Neville spent years working towards becoming a herbologist. He had in fact just recently finished his mastery. So, he had been taking sometime to himself, lying down, drinking some wine as a present to himself. He had just dozed off when Harry's frantic voice woke him up. After hearing that Hermione had been hurt, he had stood hurriedly and had prepared to go. He knew just the place to get the leaves of the Maiden's Tear flower.

What he hadn't expected was to find Blaise Zabini waiting for them at the entrance of the forest yawning. Neville had run into Zabini a few times over the years. None of the meetings had turned out good. Zabini always flirted with Neville till he turned red. This had left Neville's brain in a mess. He always felt like cold water had been dumped on him when he saw Zabini flirting with someone else. After the time Zabini had flirted with that witch right in front of him, Neville adopted a cold response to the incessant flirting. He figured that it was just Zabini's way of communication and he shouldn't encourage him.

But still, he didn't want to spend any more time than necessary in Zabini's presence. What didn't help was that Zabini was their tracker. He had been walking through these woods since he graduated from Hogwarts. Neville didn't know how to react when Zabini would brush up past him while walking, or what to do when Zabini's hands caressed his bottom while hoisting him over some particularly tall obstacles. Zabini had even let him hold the compass. He had been staring at the spinning dial, when suddenly the light flashed. He saw the plant up ahead. Excited he yelled out that he had found it. His smile melted off his face when he felt his foot sink into something. He heard the guys yell. The air seemed to become a hazy purple color. The world went black and the last thing he saw was Zabini's face, the jerk.

Ron's POV

Ron had not been having a good few days. He had gone on a solo mission, and had accidentally let the leader of the Nu Death Eater's get away. The person in question had been captured by Harry only a few days after. Sometimes Ron hated how good Harry was a capturing villains. Then he was put on desk duty for days after that. He had been rather startled when Harry had burst into his office, face pale, and sweaty. When Harry had told him Hermione had been hurt, Ron felt that all of his failures couldn't amount to the one he had committed now.

Ron had been so involved in his own self-pity he had forgotten about his girlfriend. He remembered her asking him a few days ago to accompany her on some sort of artifact hunt. Ron still was confused about Hermione's decision to become a Magi-archaeologist. He would have thought that she would be tired by now of searching for objects in hidden places.

He and Harry had searched high and low for the cure to the curse Hermione had been hit by. They had found it in the early morning light. Quickly they had gathered the ingredients. Ron had visited the hospital to check on Hermione, only to be informed that she was placed in a stasis chamber. Nobody could get in or out until the potion was ready to be taken.

It was weird to think of Hermione lying in a cold pale chamber, not moving, not thinking, just waiting for Ron, and Harry to come back. He had been told that even with the potion, Hermione had had too much damage done to her abdomen. In fact she would most likely never be able to have children. Ron didn't know how to feel about this. He had always wanted at least two children. He knew that Hermione had also wanted to have a few. They had been planning on getting married within the year, and immediately starting on a family. Hermione had planned on this hunt being the last. Ron swallowed painfully, as his eyes watered. He shook his head to change his thoughts. It wouldn't do to dwell on painful memories, maybe they could adopt.

Ron hadn't exactly been pleased when he saw who would be accompanying them. Zabini and Malfoy pshhh! Arrogant gits. He had done his best to ignore them completely. He had absently watched Nevilles excitement. He at the same time as the others noticed when Neville stepped on the trap. His body had moved even though his brain cautioned him. He slammed into the other's and the lingering purple brilliance enveloped his mind, relaxing him into sleep.

Blaise's POV

Blaise was already awake when Harry contacted him. He had been getting ready to go on a refresher trip through the forest. Every month for a week, all trackers had to make their way through the forest to note any changes or illnesses among the plants and animals. He had been surprised to see Harry staring out at him from his fire place looking frustrated. Blaise had tapped a stone on the fire place, and Harry's voice filled the room.

"Blaise I need your help. Hermione had been hit by a curse. I need the leaves of the Maiden's Tear plant. Can you help me?" Blaise had blinked in astonishment. He and Harry had had a few minor entanglements over the years. Those intimate moments hadn't meant much too either one, but they had become friends of a sort. So, of course he had said yes. When Harry had asked him if he knew any potions masters, Blaise had also agreed to invite them. He of course didn't tell Harry exactly who he was inviting. Blaise hadn't lied he did know a potions master. So he had called Draco, who had sniped at him for waking him up on his week off. All Blaise had to say was Harry's name, and Draco was hooked.

Blaise had to admit. When he saw Neville approaching him with Harry and Ron at his side, his jaw had almost fallen open. Neville hadn't exactly let Blaise close since the whole flirting incident had happened. This was the first time he had seen Neville in almost a year. Neville had been avoiding his favorite places, and thus avoiding Blaise.

Since Neville was so adorable Blaise couldn't help but tease him some more. The fetching blush that illuminated Neville's face made his blood burn hot. He would admit that he had been a little underhanded. The slight teasing touches, the way he lifted Neville up with his hands on Neville's ass, while everyone else was hoisted up by their feet. He had even let Neville hold the compass. He didn't really need it to find the stupid plant. Blaise knew this forest like the back of his hand.

He was however surprised to see Neville running straight towards one of the ancient structures in the forest. He remembered that he had forgotten to tell everyone to avoid those haunting, empty places. He rushed forward to grab Neville when the purple light of the curse raced through the air; he felt the heat sizzle on his skin. His hands were wrapped around Neville's waist, he felt someone fall on top of him and he fell into darkness.

Draco's POV

Draco had been annoyed to say the least, when he had heard Blaise's voice. He had finally finished the large order of potions that had been requested by the Ministry before he had decided to take a break. Ever since graduation he had been working, working, and working. He hadn't seen his mother in over three months, and to say she wasn't happy was underestimating the situation.

Draco had refused Blaise at first, but then Harry's name was mentioned. He hadn't seen Harry other than in magazines since before graduation. Draco was lucky he hadn't spent years in prison like his father was at this very moment. Draco had agreed, even though he knew Harry wouldn't want him to go. Draco felt the need to pay Harry back for what he had done at Draco's trial. Draco figured saving Granger would even them up nicely. He just hadn't expected Harry to develop so nicely.

Harry had muscles in all the right places. Yes, he had seen the angry glares and was playing Harry a little bit. Honestly! Harry was an adult. Surely he had seen another man's naked body? Draco had heard from Blaise about their short little tryst. He would admit he had felt a small instance of jealousy. He was of course pretending to ignore Harry. Draco just loved to tease him, even while at Hogwarts he had loved seeing Harry angry.

What he hadn't loved was seeing Harry rush into danger. Draco was annoyed with himself. Instead of staying out of the curse, his body had rushed in to protect Harry. Draco was hit with the full force of the curse. He felt himself fall on top of Harry their bodies flush with one another before fainting.

None of them noticed the hazy image of the plant vanish, and a small smirking face wink into the night.

TBC. . .

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. This fic will contain 9 chapters. I will post this on, Archive of our own, as well. This story is already written for the most part. One chapter a week will be released. It won't be very long since I don't have a lot of time (25k). This is just a product of my limited free time.

Thanks for reading,

Demonfawn