Children of Mine

by TheWickedess

Draco's pregnant. Harry doesn't know. Since there is 'nothing more important to Harry than this war' Draco decides to raise his children using his own devices. Will he come back?

1. Chapter 1

Title: Children Of Mine

Chapter: 1 of ?

Author: TheWickedess

LJ: WickedWriter

Wordcount: 4,200

Pairing: HP/DM

Rating: Hard R

Main Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Warnings: Post-OoTP, Mpreg, No HBP Spoilers

Authors Notes: Have not given up on THRBTO (mouthful huh?) I have the sex scenes done; just need that that goes up to the sex scenes. Also, this is a re-post.

1 of ?

"Where are you going?" Draco demanded as Harry began to disentangle their limbs. It seemed to him Harry was ignoring him, because he went right along searching for his clothes.

"Have you seen my boxers?" He asked Draco and Draco began to internally seethe. How dare Har—Potter do this to him again.

"No, I haven't." He snapped as he too rose from the bed and began to search for his belongings. He didn't know why he let Harry keep coming back to him—he always did the same thing. He they would argue, he would apologize and then they had makeup sex. However, Draco thought this time would be different. He had really thought that this time Harry was going to stay…

"What's wrong?" Harry asked him and Draco just sneered.

"Nothing Potter," he snapped and began to search for his clothes in earnest. He didn't see the hurt look on Harry's face, nor did he want too. All he wanted to do was get away from Harry as quickly as possible.

"So it's Potter now?" Harry asked coldly and Draco almost flinched.

"Yes, yes it is." He responded just as coldly and handed Harry his boxers between the nails of his index finger and thumb. He eyed the dried semen on them in distaste and disgust.

"I believe these are yours," he stated and then Harry raised an eyebrow at him.

"No," he said shortly. "Those are yours." He gestured to the ones that he found hanging from the headboard. "These are mine."

Draco felt a pink tinge begin on his cheeks, and he fought it down with a passion. He muttered a quick 'scorgify' with a wave of his hand. He turned away from Harry wordlessly and began to pull on his pants.

Harry came up behind him and placed his arms around the smaller boy's waist. "What's wrong?" he asked as he nuzzled Draco's hair.

"Nothing," Draco said shortly as he tried to ignore the powerful sensations that Harry's hands were giving him. Fingering his waistband teasingly, dipping a hand quickly only to pull it out even quicker.

"Something is," Harry said as he began to trail kisses down Draco's neck. "I bet you I could make it better," he whispered huskily into Draco's ear and Draco visibly shuddered.

As Harry began to nibble on his ear Draco lost all coherent thought. Why were these confounded pants on his knees anyway. They needed to be off, off and in the corner. Draco began to push them down even more while Harry abandoned nibbling on his ear to sucking, and licking on his neck.

"No," he muttered unintelligible. Instead of stopping, it made Harry began to suck upon him even fiercer. "No," he muttered again half-heartedly.

'Look what a Potter has reduced you too,' a voice hissed in his ear and somehow it brought him back to reality.

"No Potter," Draco said harshly and pulled away from him. "We aren't doing this anymore." He said simply and then began to pull on his shirt.

"Doing what?" Harry asked and Draco decided that Harry was either a good actor—or he was completely clueless.

"This—!" Draco gestured wildly to the clothes strewn across the house trailing from the living room until they reached the bed, the strawberries and whipped cream, the chocolate and honey…the cantaloupe. "I can't do this anymore Harry!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. "I get you for a moment just to have you slip through my fingers. I can't feel you with me one moment only to have feel that complete emptiness when you leave! I can't live like this Harry!"

All trough Draco's rant Harry's face was getting colder and colder until he turned it to a mask of impassiveness.

"And what do expect me to do about that?" Harry asked coldly and Draco was so tempted to smack him, hex him, curse him—torture him until he bled through his eyes and saw.

"What do I expect!" Draco yelled incredulously. "I expect you to stay—" He cut himself off a sneer Harry was all too familiar with on his face. "I expected you to stay," he said softly and Harry flinched. When Draco was quiet, that meant he was beyond mad. "I expected you to be with me, to not me ashamed of me to the point that you haven't told your closest friends about our relationship," Harry flinched once again at Draco's words. They were too true, and that hurt him to the bone.

"To love me unconditionally for the rest of our lives…" Draco finished and Harry looked at him wondering if it was sarcasm or was he telling the truth. "I expected you to choose me over them," he finished that just as quietly and then there was very tense silence before Harry exploded.

"PICK YOU OVER THEM!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. "PICK YOU OVER THEM? IS THAT WHAT THIS IS TO YOU DRACO? YOU WANT TO HAVE THE STATISFACTION OF SAYING THAT 'THE BOY WHO LIVED PICKED ME OVER MILLIONS OF LIVES?' HE CHOSE TO LIVE SELFISHLY BY MY SIDE AND LET THE WIZARDING WORLD CRUMBLE? DRACO I CAN'T DO THAT AND YOU KNEW I COULDN'T FROM THE MOMENT WE STARTED THIS. YOU KNEW I TOLD YOU, YOU TOLD ME YOU UNDERSTOOD…INSTEAD OF ME CHOOSING YOU HOW ABOUT YOU JOIN US!"

"I GAVE UP MY FAMILY FOR YOU! I GAVE UP MY FRIENDS! I GAVE UP MY LIFESTYLE. YES YOU TOLD ME! YES I UNDERSTOOD BUT THINGS HAVE CHANGED. I HAVE CHANGED. I—I—" Draco broke off turning away, but Harry wasn't done with him. He took Draco by his shoulders and whipped him around pressing him into the wall.

"You what?" Harry hissed as he dug his nails into Draco's shoulders.

Draco was scared of Harry at that moment. Not that he would ever admit it to Harry, or anyone. Not if he were tortured, not if he were maimed, not if he were threatened under pain of death, not even if he were forced to wear Weasel's wardrobe. Okay, maybe the latter, but that was just cruel.

"I thought I was important to you," he said quietly again and Harry pressed on him harder—careful to leave their groins apart.

"Nothing is more important to me than this war," Harry hissed and something in Draco snapped. The war was more important Harry than him. Fine. That was perfectly fine, utterly fucking perfect.

Draco pushed Harry off of him in a one graceful fluid motion. He then marched out of the room with his head held high and his dignity in tact. He was not going to break down in front of fucking perfect Potter.

He was going to go home to sulk in the Malfoy way. In front of the fellyvison with a big carton of Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream, some Twinkies, and watch his soap operas.

Then, he would torture some houseleves and other innocent creatures.

As Harry watched Draco leave he wondered how he could look so dignified, refined and utterly sexy just clad in some light blue boxers that just a few minutes ago were covered with semen.

-oOo-

After Draco had finished casting the Cruciatus on a mouse that the misfortune of choosing to find refuge in his Manor, he was trying to find a book on Voodoo that he knew his Father had.

"Where is it?" He muttered as another book flew across the room.

"Dammit! In death the man must torment me! The one thing I need from him right now…and it's not here. The bastard probably hid it, he always told me going for a Potter would have a bad end but and did I listen? Noooo. Father this is different. Father I actually feel for him, even if it is just the sex. Father I—here it is!" Draco yelled triumphantly.

Just as he had opened the book the Malfoy Family Heirloom Ring flared up on his finger sending a warm sensation throughout his whole body. He whipped around to see a woman, an intruder within Malfoy Manor, and none of the wards were affecting her in any way.

As much as his instincts were calling for him to whip out his wand and curse the bastardess into oblivion, he found himself not wanting too.

"Yes, I know you want to curse me," she said in a regal voice. "And you find yourself unable to, which for a Malfoi is unheard of. However, even though your conscious does not know that I am the founder of the Malfoi Line, your blood, your unconscious mind, and your Malfoi ring suggest other wise," she gestured to him with a wave of her left hand and he noticed the Malfoy ring on her finger gleaming as well.

Draco's eyes narrowed and he looked her up and down. Yes, she could be a Malfoy. Her eyes were the same stormy gray of his own, her hair was the same pale blonde though it had more of a golden shimmer. Her features were sharper than his own, and that was saying something. Faith

Yes, she there was no mistaking it she was a Malfoy—or at least she looked the part. But there were ancient magic's that would truly test her.

"The Book," he told her raising his chin and she raised her eyebrow at him.

"The Book hm?" She asked him smirking slightly. "Aren't you the true Malfoi. Very well then," she smirked again and then waved her hand.

Draco was shocked to see the Book of Malfoy's whizzing through the air from his father's spot in the dungeon. She saw his smirk and then shrugged.

"Wandless Magic combined with Mind Casting," she aid simply but Draco detected an undertone of anger.

The Book of Malfoy's was the creation of the first Malfoy, ever. The very same person that this woman was claiming to be. Its purpose was simple, to test and see if one had Malfoy blood. You would have to place a drop of your freshly shed blood on the pages of the book and it would begin to create a family tree, allowing the Malfoy's in your family tree to glow.

"Everyone wanted to be a Malfoy, and I had everyone with blonde hair attacking me for miles," she said coldly as she lifted a ceremonial dagger from her boot and coolly stuck the point of her dagger into her index finger and allowed the blood to drop on the first pages of the book.

As the lines began to draw themselves Draco peered at them in interest. Her name was glowing, there were no Malfoy lines before her name but every name afterwards was glowing. Even those Malfoy's that seemed to have been disowned still had the slight glow to them.

"Every Malfoy comes after me," she said simply as she conjured a chair for him which he accepted unsteadily. He was face to face with the first Malfoy…ever. Celestial.

"Celestial Malfoi," she said with a smile as she conjured a chair for herself and floated down into its cushiony depths. "Beginner of the Malfoi line, Slytherin line and the Ravenclaw lines," she said with a superior look and Draco was once again floored.

"What?" He demanded straightening in his chair and was about to sprout some more questions when she raised her hand.

"Undoubtedly you know the reason why The Book of Malfoy's was created," she began and Draco nodded with a smirk.

"Because everyone wanted to be a Malfoi," he said and she nodded suddenly weary.

"Do you know why?" She asked him and he shook his head his face loosing its smirk.

"It all begins with what I am," she stressed the word I and closed her eyes as if to recall the memory. "I am the daughter of the goddess Macha—from Irish deities and her relations with a man—a man that later became the first Veela," she paused to open her eyes and see how he was taking it.

Draco, to his credit was taking it all in a stride. He knew there was something special with the Malfoy's. Most Malfoy children had pale blonde hair and gray eyes, if not the pale blonde hair then the gray eyes and vice versa. However, that didn't explain their lack of Veela attraction.

"My father became the first Veela after my birth, which is why we look like Veela's but have none of the attraction," she explained and Draco nodded.

"But the Ravenclaw and Slytherin lines?" He asked her and she nodded.

"Ah—yes. Well the first Slytherin came from a mating of a Malfoi and a Naga. This was back when the creatures of old were dying but few still lived. In case you didn't know the Malfoi line is one of the top tenoldest Pureblood lines because we began before time was actually considered time," she smirked and Draco returned it.

He knew he was superior to all others, even the other Purebloods and this proved it.

"Ravenclaw came from a mating of the Malfoi line and someone from the line of Athena. Her blood dominated the Malfoy blood and their children were born with neither the gray eyes nor the blonde hair. They were born with black hair and silver eyes," she said that in disgust and wrinkled her nose. "So naturally, we disowned him and his children. You can't be a Malfoi without the blonde hair and or gray eyes. It is just unheard of," she said peering at him with her gray eyes. "However, every now and then they will get a blonde thrown in there, but over all—they are just un-Malfoish," and Draco agreed.

"As time went on the gods and goddess of old died, my mother included. My father—being a Veela but still mortal died with her. I on the other hand survived. I was not a full goddess so I did not need people to believe in me to survive and while I did age I aged slower than the average human—magical and non. I got to see generations and generations and generations of Malfoi's, but in each generation the magic just a tad weaker," she raised her head and looked him in the eye.

"You do realize that all Pureblood witches and wizards descended from the gods and goddesses of old correct? Some of us just have better ancestries than others," she raised her head proudly as he gestured impatiently for her to continue.

"I also realized that the Malfoi's were very high maintenance people. We wanted the best of everything and why not? They were descended from the best Goddess and the most handsome man to ever walk to Earth. They were blessed with cunning and trickery—"

"Wait—" Draco cut her off remembering all of his classes on folklore. "Macha was the goddess of cunning and a lot of other things including sexuality, but no trickery."

Celestial looked torn between being upset that he cut her off and proud of his memory of her mother. She decided to do both. "Never," she began coldly. "Ever, interrupt me again." A cold wind blue and her stormy gray eyes began to rage. "Understood?"

"Yes," Draco said, fighting the temptation to add a 'mam'.

"Now, that is a good question. Ever heard of Laverna?" She asked him and he nodded.

"One of the minor deities from the Early Roman Empire. Goddess of trickery and unlawful gain."

"Exactly I mated with her son who she had with a muse," she smirked and then continued. "As I was saying we learned cunning and trickery from the from the masters of it themselves. So naturally they advanced in politics, and careers in law but no matter how much they got in life when they died they always wanted more. And who was I to deny what my descendants wished? So I did it."

"Did what?" Draco demanded and she shrugged.

"I gave true Malfoi's the gift of a certain eternal life. When they leave this world they go on to the next. A world that has nothing but Malfoi's and their intended's." She paused leaning back into her chair. "You could say it is the equivalent of a Muggle RPG game. There are some people that I decided to whip away from the afterlife because they would make things more interesting but other than that—everyone there is a Malfoi,"

"It is like life—but you can never die. You live in the body of your prime and try to achieve your goals. If you want to have the most money, strive for that—you have eternity to achieve it and once you achieve it start over again. Search for magical weapons, win tournaments, see if you can kill the most Malfoi's before someone kills you—have a goal and go towards it until you reach it and find another one. In The World of Malfoi—that is what it is referred to—everything that can happen in the Real World can happen, except death. And even then if you want to move on, that can be arranged. I do believe only about five Malfoi's have wanted too move on though and they were the first ones there. They have truly done everything life has to offer."

Draco watched her nodding as the entire chunk information sunk in. "So all Malfoy's go to this place?" He asked delicately wrinkling his nose and she copied him—or rather he was coping her because she was most likely the first to do that.

"Heavens no!" She said swatting it away. "Only true Malfoy's make it. You can bare the Malfoi name and not be a true Malfoi. You can be disowned and still be a true Malfoi. It all gets decided when you die." She nodded and Draco looked at her out the sides of his eyes crossly.

"Why are you coming to me now?" He demanded. "I am not to die anytime soon!"

She looked at him and smirked, the patented Malfoy Smirk (562 BC) and purred, "Are you sure?"

The shock must have shown on his face because she laughed. "Yes, you are correct sir. You will not die for a while now—but I have a proposition for you. There is nothing for you in this world right now," she told him and Draco opened his mouth to protest.

"What are you going to say?" She spat, getting angry over nothing he could see. "For Harry? The damn Potter who can't even see what he has? You don't have a side in the war—and until this damn war is over there is nothing you can do but sit in your Manor—a very nice Manor it is—and watch as your friends fall like flies and listen to your lover moan and groan about his side of the war." Her eyes narrowed and Draco recognized her voice as the voice that whispered in his ear as Harry was nibbling him earlier.

"You—you—" he couldn't even get the words out.

"Yes," she said sighing relaxing back into her chair. "You are the strongest—magical wise—that I have had in a long time. Your potential is practically limitless and a bond was automatically between me and you when The Blood bared someone strong enough."

There was a silence before she spoke again. "Look, my outburst was uncalled for," she began and Draco noticed how she admitted she was wrong but did not apologize in true Malfoy fashion. "But it hurts me to see you in so much pain because of a blind green eyed boy. Which is why I propose you come to The Realm, just for a few years—learn more about magic and fighting. Do something productive with your life and by the time you come back the war should be over. You need to forget about that green eyed twit and some time in The Realm will do you good,"

Draco was silenced once again, and this was unheard of. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to go, he really did. He was probably the first this was ever offered too and it was so tantalizing. To live a life without having to die, come back, die, and then go back and that way he would be able to compare The Realm to The World and if it would be better for him just to move Beyond.

But what about Harry? Some small part of his mind asked and he snarled at himself. What about him? Don't be selfish, he chided himself. Harry needs you even if he doesn't know it.

"If not for yourself do it for an extension of yourself," Celestial said and Draco narrowed his eyes at her.

"What do you mean?" He demanded and she pointed at his stomach.

What? What did she mean? Was she trying to tell him that he was…no. It couldn't be. He was male. But you have been feeling off as of late, some part of him argued sounding a lot like Pansy. The cravings for odd foods, and the sickness in the mornings.

"But I'm male," he protested lamely and she stood and gestured for him to do the same.

"Maybe," she said lightly as if this were an everyday occurrence. "But you are also a Malfoi."

"How?" he protested in the same weak voice and she sighed.

"One of my descendants was born, in the stages of the Early Roman Empire. Naturally, he grew up as all Malfoi's do, wealthy, and getting what he wants. Well—he fell in love with a brown haired, amber eyed, tan skinned slave. He didn't want to marry and keep the slave as a lover—he wanted to marry the slave. Of course this was unheard of—but nothing is impossible for a Malfoi, he did it and then it all went down hill. It was stated in his father's will that he would get the money and estate of the Malfoi's after he produced an heir with his spouse. Without an heir, he would be poor, as would the rest of the Malfoi's after him—including you—should he adopt children or have them with a consort. I could not let my Malfoi's be poor. The mother prayed to me and it was such a strong prayer that my body was filled with so much power—that I could do what I needed. I gave that Malfoi, and every Malfoi' afterwards the ability to have children. No Malfoi woman of blood has ever been barren and in some cases it has been known to let a man conceive just as it did with him and now you," she smiled wistfully. "I am so powerful." She remarked and Draco just glared.

He didn't believe it. Not one bit.

"Malfoi to the core," she muttered and pressed both of her palms to his stomach. At first Draco could feel her magic expanding around his stomach as if protecting it, and then she reached out and touched something within it with her magic. That was unsurprising.

What was surprising was that that thing in his stomach reached back out—drawing on Draco's own magic to touch Celestials.

"Oh my, you are a powerful baby aren't you?" Celestial asked jovially and Draco snapped before even thinking. "Of course he is, he is a Malfoy."

He hadn't even realized he spoke until she looked at him oddly replying, "I know."

"You don't have to decide now," she told him arching her back. "When you want me, just touch the Malfoi ring and think of me. I'll be here for your answer," she nodded to him, inclined her head to his stomach and then disappeared in blue, and silver light.

He was pregnant. He—was—pregnant. He, Draco Malfoy, was with child.

In the middle a war.

Fuck! If he would have known this could happen he would have used a condom! He didn't want to bring up a child in the middle of a war. And Harry, what about Harry? Didn't he deserve to know? He was half of this too.

Nothing, is more important than this war.

His words echoed into Draco's head and he wondered if it was Celestial's doing. Then again, she couldn't have forced Harry to say that could she?

No.

A week.

A week, Draco decided. He would give Harry a week to come back. If he did not, he would leave for the Realm. His child did not need to know about the war that was going on or be forced to participate in it as the Child of Harry Potter and or the Child of Draco Malfoy would be expected to do. If Harry didn't come to him in a week Draco would leave for The Realm, without telling him.