Marital Bliss – Or Maybe Not… by Nymphy Fate.

Summary: In order to protect their son from a worse fate, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy marry their son off to the Potter's child six months after Harry's birth, in order to protect them both. Neither Harry nor Draco were told of this, however. Now, seventeen years later, Harry and Draco are having dreams of each other, and get so fed up with them that they go and tell Dumbledore about them. Finding out that they have been married practically since birth, they must now get married once again in order to reaffirm their bond. Now they must get along with each other… since they're going to be married for the rest of their lives. Short-chaptered fic. HPDM Slash. MPreg. Read and review! XD

Pairing: Harry/Draco, obviously.

Rating: M, for sex and swearing.

Warning: Graphic sex between two boys – TWO, count 'em, TWO – meaning that this is SLASH. If that ain't your cup of tea, then I suggest you leave right now and don't even think about flaming me, because I WILL get very, very mad at you and rant about you in the next chapter/fic I write. Thank you, carry on.

Timing: Seventh year, but disregards HBP and DH. But yes, Harry and Draco are seventeen, for all intents and purposes of my story.

A/N: I just got the idea for this on April 8th, and decided to write it down, as it was absolutely spur of the moment, so this may not be the most original or best fic out there, but nevertheless, I hope you like/enjoy it either way. Read on!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, Harry would have ended up with a certain blond Slytherin named Draco Malfoy, rather than the Ginger Shrew Ginny Weasley.

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Chapter One

Harry Potter lay on is bed in the Gryffindor dorms in his seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was January, and he'd been having strange dreams for months now, strangely enough ever since he'd turned seventeen. The dreams had been plaguing him for six months now, and he was getting sick of them, personally. And the worst thing… was that one, they were extremely erotic, and two, he was having erotic dreams… about Draco Malfoy, of all people.

Harry really couldn't understand it. Did he like Malfoy, was that it? At least subconsciously, that is? He didn't think so, it just wasn't normal to have fantasy dreams about your enemy – but then again, if he didn't like Malfoy then why else was he having dreams like this??

Currently, he was engaged in an extremely hot snogging and groping session with the blond Slytherin as he himself was pressed up against the wall. It was quickly progressing into something more, however, as shirts were thrown to the ground, and Draco, holding Harry's wrists tightly in a hand on each side of the brunet's head, left Harry's lips to instead attach himself to Harry's now-bare chest, kissing there instead. Harry moaned loudly in the empty corridor…

…And woke up.

Harry sat up in bed with a gasp, a raging hard on tormenting him. Damn. He'd woken up from his dreams before he'd gotten the chance to come from dream-Draco's ministrations on his body.

With an exasperated groan, he left for the bathroom to go wank himself into oblivion. And the worst part of this all was that nowadays the dreams were becoming far more erotic than usual and now that he couldn't even finish himself off unless he was thinking of the blond – it was this fact that led Harry to believe that maybe he really did like Draco and that was the reason he had to think of him to get off.

It was getting so fucking annoying that Harry couldn't even stand it anymore. Spelling himself clean, he put on his shoes and Invisibility Cloak, grabbed his wand and the Marauder's Map from the trunk at the foot of his bed, and slipped out of the room, heading straight for the Headmaster's office.

Of course, Dumbledore always seemed to know every little thing going on around him, and was already there, waiting for Harry to arrive. "Professor? Professor!" Harry yelled as he stumbled into the room, before his eyes settled on the Headmaster. "Oh, you're here already. Good." Harry strode over to the professor before he began speaking. "Professor, I need to talk to you. I… I've been having these dreams, and let me tell you right now – honestly, they're freaking me out like hell. It's just not normal to be having dreams like this about my enemy, is it? I mean-"

"You're still having dreams about Voldemort, Harry?" Dumbledore questioned in alarm.

Harry pivoted on his heel, momentarily confused. "Wha-? No. No, no, no, no, that's not what I meant, I… It's Malfoy, Professor, not Voldemort, and…"

"Harry, if you don't mind my asking, what kinds of dreams are these, exactly? What happens in them?" Harry's face flushed brightly. "Oh. Those kinds of dreams… I see. Well, how about I speak to you more tomorrow, hmm? Maybe after you've had some sleep it will make easier to talk about."

Harry nodded, eyes trained to the floor in distraction. "Yeah. Yeah, tomorrow we'll talk more. G'night, Professor." And with that, Harry headed back to the Gryffindor dorms before Dumbledore could say another word.

Once the brunet was gone, Dumbledore looked at his calendar. It was almost exactly six months after Harry's seventeenth birthday.

Oh, dear.

He'd completely forgotten about that.

And just as he was about to go back to his rooms to resume his sleep, the door burst open once again.

"Professor Dumbledore!"

Dumbledore sighed, and plastered a smile on his face. "Yes, Draco, m'boy – what is it?"

"Sir, I have a problem…"

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A/N: So there ya have it, the first chapter. :D The second one should be out fairly soon, I already have it done, just need to actually type it out. So… review?

-Nymphy Fate.