(A/N: Rated M for mature content. Enjoy.)
The next few months are a bittersweet reminder to Harry and Draco that time is moving steadily forward, whether they want it to or not.
Draco's health steadily declines to the point where he's taking his potions every few days and the muggle pills -still only half, thank Merlin- almost daily. He doesn't complain though, since he's still able to function properly and he refuses to worry Harry unnecessarily. They make frequent, if not increasingly useless, trips to Healer Webb. Hermione visits often, both as a friend and a healer to both Harry and Draco.
"How are you doing, Harry?" Hermione asks, her hand resting lightly on Harry's growing bump. She smiles at a fluttering feeling against her palm; both the healer and friend sides of her pleased to see Harry's healthy nearly 5 month baby-bump.
"Alright, I suppose," Harry says with a small yawn. He's starting to have trouble sleeping, trying to get comfortable and failing most nights since he prefers to sleep on his stomach. Adjusting to his side or back isn't going very well. Soon, his thoughts turn to Neville as they often do. They've reconnected and he's still excited and immensely pleased they've been able to. "I'm not looking forward to tonight," he says sounding a little sad.
"What's tonight?" Hermione asks, slightly distracted by the many spells and charms she performs on Harry each time she makes a visit as his healer. As usual, the glows are a healthy yellow and the fuzzy ultra-sound like picture hovering over Harry's belly shows a growing, healthy baby girl. Also as usual, they share a happy, slightly teary smile as they look at the results. Occasionally, Draco is present and he no longer hides his own emotional response, but he does usually claim to be stoned to his eyeballs on the Muggle drugs.
"Supposed to have dinner and maybe a movie with Neville, but I don't think I'll be able to keep my eyes open," Harry says, stifling another small yawn. "Maybe he can go with Draco?" he mumbles absently, rubbing soft circles on his belly, soothing the slight chill the spells cause. He's so pleased Neville and Draco get along so well.
"Oh?" Hermione raises an eyebrow at the suggestion. "Are they getting along?"
"Yeah," Harry says with a smile and a nod. "They've only hung out on their own twice..." he chuckles. "Neither hexed the other and they actually seemed to get along quite nicely." Harry smiles again, remembering the first time he'd talked Draco into going out with Neville without him. He'd gaped at Harry but gave in easily after Harry had promised many rewards for good behavior. Not surprising Harry at all, Draco came home with a smile and claiming he'd enjoyed himself before pouncing on Harry and collecting his rewards. He feels his cheeks warm with the memory and looks down for a moment to hide it from Hermione.
"It doesn't... bother you they hang out without you?" Hermione asks carefully, genuinely curious but not wanting to risk upsetting Harry. He's told her about Draco's unusual request and she isn't sure how to take the new information.
"Sure, why would I be bothered? It was my idea. I'm thrilled they're getting along," Harry says with a bright smile. The better Draco and Neville get along, the more time he can spend with his friend. He doesn't compromise the time he spends with Draco, easily bending to Draco's wishes the rare occasions they clash with his time with Neville. Neville's even been able to visit the house with no issues.
"Ah," Hermione says, trying to sound neutral but still getting the feeling there's something going on. They both look up when Draco eases into the room, a smile on his face when he looks at Harry's still exposed belly. "Hi, Draco," Hermione gives a small wave to the frazzled looking blonde. She hides a smile as Draco runs a hand through his hair, taming the pale strands slightly as he approaches.
"Hello, Hermione. Everything well?" Draco asks, his eyes flicking between Harry's face and belly. He kneels with a brief wince and places his hands gently on Harry's belly before placing a soft kiss on the skin between his hands. He looks up excitedly when he feels a nudge against his palms.
"Yes, everything is fine. How are you?" she asks, her voice dropping slightly into what Draco calls her 'Healer Hermione' voice.
Draco sighs quietly and places another kiss on Harry's slightly rounded belly before giving Hermione his full attention. "Alright, I suppose. Nothing's changed really since I saw you last week," he informs her honestly.
Hermione just hums, her wand now pointed at Draco as she performs the usual spells on him. She ignores Draco's eye roll but smiles when the blonde leans over Harry's prone form again. "Potions still effective?"
"Yes, Healer," Draco answers with a cheeky grin. He stands with another slight wince, leans over and pulls Harry to his feet, pushing him gently towards the bathroom once he's up. "Relax in a nice bath, love," he murmurs, subtly asking for privacy. He smiles when Harry just nods and disappears into the en suite. As soon as the door snicks closed, he turns to Hermione. "What happens when I have to take the potions daily?" he asks quietly, his eyes darting to the closed door.
"Oh," Hermione blinks, unprepared for the question. "Well, according to any literature I've read, it'll cease to be effective shortly thereafter. Are you taking it daily?" she asks quietly. She hadn't noticed an increase in Draco's potion orders, but the blonde is perfectly capable of making his own potions still.
"No, no, I was only curious." Draco says, waving her concern off. "I feared that to be the case," he says softly and sits on the settee Harry has vacated. "Is this... progressing too fast?" he asks, his head in his hands instead of looking at the witch. Every time he had to decrease the time between potions, he worried his disease was progressing faster then it should be and he wouldn't get his remaining months with Harry or see their daughter.
"No, not at all, Draco." Hermione nibbles her bottom lip before settling down next to Draco. Slowly, she wraps an arm about his shoulders, slightly surprised to feel the man lean into the embrace instead of stiffening or shoving her away. "As you're aware, only the pain potions have been continued," Draco nods, well aware any 'curing' potions only caused horrible side-effects without helping his condition at all. "So, until they become ineffective, as well as the Muggle prescriptions, we won't worry about it until then. Most people would be taking the potions almost every other day by this point," she points out, trying not to sound hopeful but positive nonetheless.
Draco just nods, allowing Hermione to comfort him. Now that the answer wasn't as horrible as he'd expected, he could inform Harry, knowing his husband would ask. He swallows thickly, his throat working as he struggles to ask his next question. "So, I should be around... for..." he trails off, waving a hand helplessly towards the bathroom, indicating Harry and their child.
"Yes," Hermione says softly. "I can't make any guarantees, but I really think you'll see your daughter."
Draco nods again, finally losing his struggling emotions and allows a quiet sob to escape. Hermione is really the only other person he'd allow himself to behave like this in front of. "Thank you," he whispers, dabbing at his leaking eyes with the edge of his shirt. He snorts a laugh and shakes his head. "Did that git tell you what he wants to name our daughter?
"No," Hermione says with a small smile. Harry had only started talking about names last week but they'd gotten side-tracked before he could share his ideas.
"Amanda!" Draco cries, throwing his hands up. "What sort of name is that?"
"I haven't a clue," Hermione says bemusedly. "I'm guessing you aren't in agreement..."
Draco gives her a pointed look and scoffs. "Not at all. I was honestly expecting him to recommend Lily, but Amanda? I just don't understand it." He sighs and rubs his eyes. "As much as I don't agree, I can't stand to argue about it." He had no issues with Harry's suggestion of Jean as a middle name, pleased and in agreement that it would be an honor for her to share a middle name with Hermione. They also both agreed to ask her to be the godmother.
Hermione smiles and bumps Draco's shoulder with hers. "So don't argue. Ask why he likes it and go from there."
"Alright, sounds reasonable enough," Draco nods easily. He grins, a slow pleased smile. "I'll just have to see what Neville thinks on the matter as well."
Hermione blinks, surprised at the pleased tone and happy expression on the blonde's face. "I suppose..." she trails off for a moment, giving Draco a measuring look. "You're getting along nicely with Neville."
Draco nods, wiping his eyes again and sniffing lightly. "Yes, quite the surprise, I know," he chuckles and turns to look at Hermione. "Go ahead and ask, I know you want to," he says with a smirk.
Hermione rolls her eyes and shoves the blonde lightly. "I have nothing to ask."
"Liar. I could see it practically written on your face the moment I walked in here."
"Fine," Hermione huffs and pushes the hair away from her temples with her palms. "What's going on there?"
"Nothing," Draco says with a shrug and another smirk. "We're getting along splendidly. Harry's quite pleased, you know."
"I know that," she says with another eye roll. "I mean, is there some underlying reason for it?"
"Not really," Draco says honestly. "I just wanted to get along so it wouldn't stress Harry out. It's a genuinely pleasant surprise to find I actually like the man." Draco pauses and nibbles his bottom lip for a moment. "Would it be strange if I confess that there's more than friendship there?"
"For whom?" Hermione asks carefully.
"Well, all around, really. The way Neville looks at Harry... well, a year ago, I'd have hexed his arse. Now, I'm rather glad to see it." He smiles, truly meaning his words. He's only caught similar looks from Neville once but didn't know how to address it just yet. He's even caught Neville touching Harry's belly with a look of loving wonder and he's happy his child will have another loving adult around. He's already planning on asking Neville to take on the role of godfather, to Harry's immediate agreement and relief.
"Does Harry..." she trails off, unwilling to voice her question. She's got very mixed feelings about the whole thing. She didn't want to seem like a prude, but somehow she can't quite see the three of them working out in any sort of... relationship.
"No," Draco says, almost sadly. "He doesn't even seem to notice but he doesn't hold back affection so..." he shrugs. Harry was very tactile once he got to know a person.
"And you?"
"Oh, I'm not at all hesitant to admit I think Neville's a fit bloke," Draco says with a grin. "I wouldn't do a damn thing about it without Harry, of course."
Hermione's eyes go wide. "Without Harry...?"
"Yes, without Harry. Otherwise, it's just messy and unfaithful." He looks up with a bright, wide smile when Harry comes back into the room, wrapped in a large fluffy bathrobe. "Enjoy your bath?" he asks, patting the space next to him on the settee.
"Mhm," Harry hums, settling down next to Draco, twisting slightly so his legs are laying across Draco's lap. "Everything OK?"
"Yes," Draco and Hermione answer at the same time.
"He's doing well," Hermione elaborates, giving Harry a reassuring smile before she stands. "I wish I could stay longer, but I've got to make a few more house-calls before I can head home." She wraps both men into a warm hug and kisses their cheeks. "Take care and floo if you need anything," she says with gentle sternness before disappearing in a flash of green.
"Well, good news all around," Harry says happily before stifling a yawn.
"Tired love?" Draco asks softly, his hands rubbing up and down Harry's legs. He tickles along the arch of Harry's foot, grinning when Harry giggles quietly and squirms a bit in his lap.
"Yeah," Harry says with a sigh and leans back against the settee. "I might have to stand you up tonight."
"Oh, well, I suppose I can suffer through a night alone with Neville," Draco says, dramatically placing a hand over his chest.
Harry snorts a laugh. "Yeah, I'm sure it'll be terrible." He closes his eyes with a happy sigh, Draco's hands lulling him into a wonderfully relaxed state. "Thanks," he murmurs.
"For?" Draco asks, only paying half attention. Most of his focus is on where his hands are moving and feeling all over Harry's soft warm skin and relaxed body that he can easily reach.
"Making the effort with Neville, I guess. I don't know; Everything," Harry says, leaning up to look at Draco fully. He rests a hand over Draco's and smiles when the blonde finally looks up at him.
"It's really not a hardship. I'm happy to do it," Draco says earnestly, cupping Harry's face gently. He ponders asking Harry what's on his mind. What did he have to lose, really? Harry never stays mad at him for long and he needs to find out sooner rather than later. "I quite enjoy his company," he starts.
"Mmm, good. He quite likes you, as well. Shocking, I know," Harry says cheekily and smirks at Draco's narrowed eyes. He shifts slightly, sitting up a bit to give Draco a serious look. "Do you get the impression... well, there's uhm, more there?"
Draco grins widely and nods. "Ah, yes I have. Does that bother you?" he asks carefully, unsure what Harry's feelings are on the matter. The last they'd spoken about it, Harry absolutely refused to entertain anything past friendship with Neville.
Harry's hands twisted in his lap and he slowly shakes his head. "Is that fucked up, or what?" he whispers, peeking up through his lashes at Draco. He's denied such feelings for Neville and he's feeling like a lying, cheating bastard to realize they've changed a bit.
"Not at all," Draco says sounding pleased. He grins when Harry's eyes widen and he looks up with a shocked look on his face. "Oh, don't look at me like that. I don't feel in the least bad about it. I didn't expect it to happen but I'm not upset about it."
"Uhm, what exactly are you talking about?" Harry asks quietly.
"Well, I know Neville fancies you. You're starting to fancy Neville," he pauses and waits until Harry hesitantly nods, "and I fill in the little triangle. I quite like Neville and I know it's mutual."
Harry's eyes widen, a feeling of unreality washing over him. Are they really sitting here speaking of this? "Merlin, no way..." he breathes and closes his eyes. "You... you're just saying that so you can talk me into something."
Draco frowns lightly and shakes his head, angling Harry's head up. "Look at me," he waits until Harry's eyes open. "No, I'm not just saying anything to manipulate you in any way. It's the truth," he says simply. "I didn't expect to be in the middle of this, but here we are." He shrugs on shoulder and gathers Harry close to his body, sighing happily when Harry relaxes against him. "I respect your wishes on that, but things changed and that's no one's fault."
"But-"
"No, buts. I'm not saying we need to pull the man into our bed for a round of wild monkey sex but I'm also saying I'm not opposed to the idea."
Harry laughs, he can't help it. "Wild monkey sex?"
"Sure, I can be a wild monkey," Draco defends with mock hurt, his bottom lip out in a pout.
Harry snorts and pats Draco's chest. "Sure you can, love." He grins and rubs his belly. "I'm not exactly at my sexiest, love," he muses aloud. He wasn't all that big yet, but he certainly didn't feel up to anything that would be considered wild monkey sex, especially with Neville.
"Yes you are," Draco defends, sounding scandalized. "You have no idea how sexy you are, love. Never have," he muses, rubbing Harry's belly gently.
Harry laughs again. "You pervert, you gotta belly kink or something?"
"Merlin, no. It's only sexy on you," Draco says with a haughty sniff. "You pull it off," he adds with authority. "And I can tell you it doesn't bother Neville either."
Harry feels his cheeks warm and he ducks his head. "Draco..." he warns softly. "I can't..."
"I'm not saying anything of the sort," Draco soothes. "We'd both be there."
Harry chokes on air and leans back suddenly, nearly falling off the settee. "What? Oh... what?"
"You heard me. I would never entertain such an idea without you, love." Draco says, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You didn't think I meant for either of us to have a go at him alone, did you?"
Harry just stares at Draco, still trying to comprehend what his crazy husband has just said. He's heard of such things but he never, ever imagined himself in such a scenario. Oh Merlin, he wasn't as opposed to the idea as he'd originally thought if the tingling warmth shooting through him is any indicator. "Uh..." he says instead.
Draco rolls his eyes with a smirk, squeezing Harry gently. "You're out of your mind if you think I'd allow it or sneak off to shag Neville without you knowing."
"Uh..." Harry says again, his eyes going distant as mental images start to flicker in his mind. "Oh Merlin," he breathes.
"I know!" Draco says happily. "Wild, yeah? Do you think Neville would go with it?" he asks seriously, watching Harry closely. He honestly expected a lot more resistance, denial and maybe angry words. Harry's eyes look rather glazed and dilated... definitely a good sign.
"I don't know," Harry mumbles, only half paying attention to Draco. He twitches, his body flushing with heat as his mind shows him what it might look like. "Oh, Merlin, you aren't going to ask him, are you?" he asks suddenly, his voice slightly higher than usual with nerves.
"Well, how else would it happen?" Draco asks, sounding incredulous.
"Uhm, it doesn't," Harry says slowly. "Look, I can't deny that it sounds..." he pauses for a long moment trying to find the right word, "fantastic, but it's not something that needs to happen, love. No one can replace you," he adds quietly.
"I'm not trying to replace myself, Harry," Draco says softly, cupping Harry's face gently. "Sure, I want to make sure you're taken care of but this is for me as well as you. Maybe it's something I've always wanted to try..." He smirks when Harry's eyes widen slightly and his mouth parts slightly in surprise. Merlin, he's sexy. He's not exactly telling the truth, he's always wanted only Harry but the feelings that've been growing for Neville have blindsided him and he's not about to lie about them. He felt like an utter bastard when he'd realized but at the same time, he was rather relieved it could make what he wanted go smoother in the long run. Maybe.
"Is it?" Harry asks, genuinely curious.
"Sort of. What guy doesn't? But I've never needed anything more than you," Draco says with a sappy grin, nuzzling Harry's nose with his own.
"Then why?" Harry asks quietly, his eyes prickling at the new thought that Draco might find him lacking in some way.
"Oh Merlin," Draco mutters, cursing himself for his last words when he sees Harry's eyes get bright with unshed tears. "I do not need Neville in that way. You complete me," he says firmly, shaking Harry's face slightly in emphasis. "I won't say it's just a fun idea, because I feel more than that for Neville. It's so hard to explain, love," he says softly, at a loss for further words that won't get Harry tearing up again.
"I think I get it," Harry quietly says. "I refuse to be the instigator in this, though. You have to bring this up with Neville and you have to make sure he doesn't run off screaming into the night and never speaks to me again. If he refuses, you are not to pester him."
Draco snorts a laugh. "Done and done, love." He grins and kisses Harry on the forehead, his lips lingering for a long moment. "I love you, don't ever question that."
"I know," Harry whispers. "I love you, too." He closes his eyes, fighting himself internally. He wants to be annoyed Draco would even suggest such a thing but he's not surprised. He's rather shocked Draco would recommend, for all intents and purposes, a threesome and he's incredibly turned on and nervous about the idea. He didn't think Neville would ever go for it and he's surprised at the mix of relief and disappointment that goes through him. What kind of person is he to even entertain such an idea? He is nearly 5 months pregnant with his terminally ill husband's baby and wondering how it would be to bring another man into their bed. He glares when Draco smirks knowingly at him.
"You aren't a heartless bastard, love," Draco says, easily deciphering the emotions flashing across Harry's face. "I won't push this if everyone isn't ready or in complete agreement." He shifts so Harry is laying against him comfortably. "Honestly, if this never happens, I'd be alright. I won't jeopardize any future relationship you have with Neville for one night of wild, hot monkey sex."
Harry giggles and smacks Draco lightly. "Merlin, you're such an arse sometimes," he says fondly, rubbing the area he smacked lightly. He sits, his hand rubbing soothingly along Draco's chest, for long moments. "Are you going to ask Neville to be godfather?"
"Yes," Draco says simply. "I know it's something you want. I don't have any problems with it." It would also make things easier later should Neville get closer to Harry. "And Hermione as godmother?"
Harry nods slowly. "Yes," he whispers. "If there isn't someone you'd like to ask...?"
"No," Draco says after only a moments pause. "I haven't anyone else. I'm just glad you didn't pick Luna," he says and huffs out a breath when Harry smacks him again.
"Luna is wonderful and you know it," Harry huffs. "You can no longer pretend that you find her annoying. I've seen you two watching Muggle movies, eating popcorn and enjoying each others company."
"Yes, well," Draco says, clearing his throat softly. "Be that as it may, I might like the witch but that doesn't mean I wish her to have that sort of influence over our daughter," he says with a defensive sniff. Honestly, most times he had no idea what the witch was even talking about. He really didn't relish the idea of his daughter sharing that habit.
Harry's lips quiver slightly, fighting the urge to cry again and he presses a hand to his mouth until he's controlled himself. "Right, so... not Pansy?" he finally says when he's calm.
"Merlin, no. She's a good friend, don't get me wrong, but I don't want her that close either. I don't even know what country she's even in right now," Draco says with an amused head shake. He wasn't surprised when Pansy went into the music business, but he was surprised she surrounded herself with Muggles and recorded something very close to what he'd heard called "Pop" music. Pansy's energetic performances kept her at the top of the music charts. He's proud of his friend but she wasn't someone he wanted to be influencing his daughter either. He'd only briefly considered her, especially since she got along well enough with Harry these days. "She'll be happy to just toss out free concert tickets and over-priced merchandise," he says with a grin.
"Ah, so... wow." Harry says, rubbing his belly. "Thank you," he says softly, kissing Draco.
"Of course," Draco murmurs against Harry's lips. "And if you need to, Mother will be happy to help..."
Harry snorts and bites Draco's bottom lip sharply. "No."
"Oh come on," Draco says with a laugh, running his tongue over his abused lip, soothing the bite mark. "Mother likes you."
"No, she doesn't, Draco. She puts up with me because I'm the bloody savior and your husband, but that's it. She doesn't like me. She doesn't even talk to me on the rare occasions we visit."
"Yes she does," Draco defends immediately. He figures his Mother would warm up more towards Harry if they visit soon. Even his mother couldn't possibly be able to resist a prominent baby bump.
"No, she talks at me, not to me. It's very annoying and I can't stand it. And she always makes my tea wrong..." Harry adds with annoyance. How hard was it to remember two sugars and a splash of milk? He could easily say how Narcissa took hers. He'd rather she just handed him the ridiculously ornate cup and let him serve himself, but apparently that just wasn't done.
Draco snorts. "Alright... fair point. Fine, fine," he mutters and kisses Harry's nose. "Now up, I need to get ready." He rubs a thumb under Harry's tired eyes. "You staying in?"
"Yeah," Harry says with a sigh. "I'm nearly ready to fall asleep now."
"Aww, poor baby," Draco coos playfully and pokes Harry's shoulder to get him to stand. He doesn't dwell on the fact that just months ago, he'd just pick Harry up and carry him to bed. Now he just wraps an arm around his waist to help guide him to bed and tucks him in. He flops onto the bed next to Harry and runs a hand through his dark hair slowly, smiling as Harry's eyes flutter closed and a soft sigh leaves him. "Alright, get some rest," he leans down and kisses Harry lightly. "I'll pop in before I go, just in case you've changed your mind, yeah?"
Harry just nods, his eyes still closed. He feels Draco leave the bed and rolls onto his side, grabbing a pillow to shove under his belly and to snuggle with. He drifts off with a smile as he hears Draco singing something softly as he showers.
...oOo...
"Neville!"
"Draco!"
The two men grin at each other as they embrace in a tight hug. Neville relaxes his arms slightly when he feels Draco tense slightly, afraid he's squeezed to hard and hurt the blonde. "Sorry," he murmurs, his lips rather close to Draco's ear.
"S'alright," Draco says, leaning back with a wink. "Just waiting for my magic pill to kick in," he says softly, knowing Neville felt him tense a moment ago. He wishes that he could have ignored that, it felt quite nice to be so close to Neville. He shakes his head and raises a hand when Neville goes to apologize. "Don't say it, I'm completely fine."
"Alright," Neville concedes, long used to the claim. He knew Draco was not fine, but hated to argue the point with the blonde. "So," he grins and gently bumps Draco's shoulder with his own. "Where to? Harry coming?"
"Movies? And no, he was sleeping when I left and I couldn't bear to wake him," Draco says softly. He knew pregnancy would wear Harry out, but he didn't expect to be the perky one most days. He grins when Neville just nods. He ducks Neville's arm, wrapping his own around the man's waist comfortably and waits to be side-alonged to the alley near the theater they like to go to. He squeezes the arm around Neville before strolling away, towards the theater, ignoring the various groups of loud teenagers and slow moving older people. "Action or rom-com?" he asks, glancing at the various titles.
"Hmm," Neville hums, looking at the various movie posters. "I don't know. I haven't a clue," he says brightly. He's liked every movie they've gone to see so far, having no preference. He even enjoyed the films meant for children. "What's showing soon?" he asks, checking the time.
"Uhm," Draco squints, unable to see the small numbers. "Bugger," he huffs and elbows Neville gently. "Hard to tell."
"Ah," Neville says and shuffles up two steps as the line moves. "Well, a surprise then?" he asks, unwilling to bring attention to Draco's weakened vision, a side-effect from one of the potions he'd taken early in his treatment trials.
Draco snorts and flicks his hair out his eyes. "You can read, right, Neville?"
"Of course," Neville mock pouts. "I like surprises though."
"Hmm... Good," Draco grins deviously.
Before Neville can even ponder the meaning behind such an expression, the bored teenager behind the plastic wall asks them what movie they want. "What's showing next?"
The girl just blows a bubble, snapping the gum in her mouth as her eyes flick between the two men. A grin pops up on her face. "Date?"
Before Neville can disagree, Draco nods with a grin and wraps an arm around Neville's waist and rests his head on his shoulder. "Second date," he simpers, fluttering his eyelashes at the staring teenager. He muses over the fact that he didn't care about the girl's nosiness. Maybe his pill kicked in...
"So cute," she squeals as two tickets pop out of an automated slot. "Enjoy!" she says, handing them the tickets after Draco paid with his new Muggle credit card.
Draco snatches the tickets with a wink. "Will do." He snickers as he leads a stunned Neville into the lobby. "Snacks?" he asks, ignoring the still shocked look on the other man's face. "Ooh! I've always wanted to try a goober," he says, quickly walking over to the counter rubbing his hands together with eagerness.
As Neville catches up to the blonde, another teenager looks at him questioningly. "Yes?"
"You want something, man?" the teenager asks in a bored tone, shifting on his feet as he looks between the two.
"Oh, uh, popcorn."
"Size?"
"Large?"
The teenager sends Neville a slight glare and turns to get the popcorn, obviously unimpressed with Neville's indecision. "Butter?"
Neville wrinkles his nose as Draco makes a noise of disgust. "No, thanks," he snatches the bucket of popcorn away before the kid can even think of putting that stuff on his popcorn. He'd tried it the first time and it was like eating styrofoam dipped in grease. Even Harry had spit it out... and the man had no problems eating sandwiches stuffed with onions, sardines and peanut butter. He grins as Draco turns the box of candy over in his hands with wonder and pays the teenager for their treats, leading Draco away from the counter. "C'mon, we got only 5 minutes."
...oOo...
Draco and Neville leave the theater, holding onto each other and giggling like teenagers.
"Oh my," Draco chuckles, leaning heavily onto Neville, his arm tightly wrapped around the other man's waist to help support himself. "I never thought I'd say this, but Muggles are very imaginative." Times like this, he has doubts that Muggles would react badly should they be presented with magic; they thought of things that shocked even him.
"I know, right?" Neville says between his own chuckles. "Even for a 'kid's movie'" he says making air quotes, "that was rather amusing." Another round of giggles has him leaning against Draco slightly. He no longer finds it odd for him to share a laugh with Draco Malfoy, nor to have enjoyed a very Muggle thing like a movie with him. Even thought Draco hasn't said, he knows the blonde uses magic so sparingly now so he happily finds new Muggle things to do. He shakes his head with amusement. The changes in his life the past few months are enough to make him giddy as well. He only wishes Harry could have joined them tonight since he wasn't big enough to cause too much worry about being amongst Muggles. He blinks when he realizes Draco is looking at him intently, his amusement drying up instantly as he watches Draco's eyes drop to his mouth.
Draco doesn't pause to think, or he probably wouldn't find himself pressing his lips against Neville's. He has a split second to enjoy the sensation before he feels Neville's hands on his chest, pressing gently but insistently. "Sorry," he whispers as he takes in the shocked expression on Neville's face. "I don't... Sorry," he repeats and runs a hand through his hair with a sigh. At least Neville hasn't decked him.
"It's... what the hell, Draco?" Neville gasps, resisting the urge to lick his lips. He didn't want to admit the kiss was nice -brief, but nice- or that he'd enjoyed it. The brief flair of feelings he felt are quickly squashed by guilt. What would Harry think? Slowly, he scowls as he looks at Draco. "How could you do this to Harry?" he demands, gaping stupidly when Draco drags him towards the steadily emptying parking lot and away from the doors instead of answering right away. Draco doesn't look sorry at all, he notices with annoyance.
"I said I was sorry," Draco says quietly. "I mis-read the situation, alright?"
"No, it's really not alright. You're married," Neville points out, feeling nauseous. "Oh gods... Harry," he says miserably and glares at Draco again. "How can you do this to him?" he asks again, his voice a low angry hiss. He never thought Draco was anything but faithful to his friend and now he's being plagued with doubts and anger. "You do this often?" he demands, pointing a finger into Draco's chest and stoically ignoring the pained wince on the blonde's face.
"What? No," Draco says indignantly. "I would never do that to Harry. What the hell are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking that you just fucking kissed me," Neville hisses.
"Oh, well... it's not like I've ever done that before," Draco says with a sniff and lifting his chin slightly. If he wasn't reeling from rejection and a little shock, he'd probably be quite impressed with Neville's righteous anger on Harry's behalf. "Besides, Harry won't mind. He practically gave me permission," he says with a smirk, watching as Neville's eyes widen with disbelief.
"No, he wouldn't do that," Neville says adamantly. Even if he barely understood it, he knows Harry loves the snarky blonde. He was having his child, for Merlin's sake. "Oh fuck," he whispers as the last thought hits him like a bludger in the guts. "You... you're..." he stutters, unable to finish his thought.
"I know, trust me, I know how it sounds," Draco says quietly, slowly reaching a hand out towards the other man. He's sure it's only because Neville is in shock that allows Draco to wrap a hand around the other man's wrist and pull him closer. "Come on back to ours, Harry will tell you."
"No," Neville says shaking his head, his eyes still wide and panicky. "He'll hex me..." He knows he deserves it. Even if he did push Draco away, he enjoyed the brief contact and his traitorous mind wonders how it would be to kiss Harry. He nearly moans with self loathing; he's a horrible person and an even worse friend.
"What? Why? I kissed you. If anyone's getting hexed -which won't happen, by the way- it'll be me." Draco says, amusement coloring his tone. He's had years to get to know the weird workings of the Gryffindor mind, so Neville's reaction isn't exactly a shock. "Please? I promise."
"How can you say it like it's no big deal?" Neville asks slowly, his eyes drifting down to where Draco's hand is wrapped around his own. He resists the urge to yank his hand back and looks back up at Draco. He can admit, if only to himself, that it feels nice.
"Because it's not," Draco says, shrugging one shoulder gracefully. "Harry isn't exactly thrilled but we've talked about it before."
"About what?" Neville asks, unsure if he really wants an answer or not. He can feel Draco's thumb making lazy circles on his inner wrist. He briefly wonders if Draco can feel his thudding pulse.
"You," Draco says simply, gently tugging Neville closer. He grins when the other man shuffles closer with no hesitation. "Can I tell you a secret?" he asks lowly, smirking when Neville nods slowly. "We both like you and I'm hoping that you'll be there for Harry."
Neville opens his mouth to ask for more details but snaps it shut with a click when he realizes what Draco means. He swallows heavily, a lump in his throat. Of course he'd be there for Harry, if he didn't hex him into next year that is. "I see," he murmurs finally. "I don't know what to think..." he shakes his head slowly, closing his eyes when Draco pulls him closer. He doesn't have it in him to resist and he absently registers panic shooting through him trying to drown out the pleasant tingling warmth of Draco. He couldn't do this to Harry!
"So don't think," Draco says quietly, wrapping an arm around Neville's waist, pressing their chests close together. He leans down slowly, suppressing a smirk when Neville's eyes flutter shut and he feels his breath hitch with anticipation. Before he can successfully press his lips against the other man's again, Neville's eyes snap open and he leans his head back sharply, turning away from Draco. "What?" he asks, trying not to snap.
"You're... stop! I don't think we should do this," Neville huffs, cursing himself for sounding unconvinced and slightly breathless.
"Alright," Draco says easily, loosening his hold on Neville gradually so the poor man doesn't fall on his arse. He shakes his head slightly and smiles when he hears the other man sigh with relief. "Do you really think I'd lie to you about this?"
"No," Neville finally admits. In all the years he's known the blonde, he's never really known him to lie. Be a bastard and say hurtful things, but rarely -if ever- lie. "But it's just... so not what I expected."
"I understand, I do," Draco says with a grin. "Harry was just as freaked out when I mentioned it. I can admit that I like you and you like Harry..." he trails off with a graceful shrug, waiting for Neville's answer. He sighs and pokes Neville playfully in the chest when he only gets a blush and averted eyes as answer.
"I... I don't know how to answer that," Neville finally mumbles, feeling lightheaded. "You aren't supposed to go around saying stuff like that."
"I can if I want," Draco replies with a haughty tone that makes Neville chuckle. "Look, we both know things are going to end a certain way. I don't want to have any regrets or worries, yeah?"
Neville shakes his head quickly. "No, I have no problem... being there for Harry. But-"
"So, then be there for him," Draco interrupts with a cheeky grin. "Oh, and this might be the wrong time to mention this but we want you to be godfather," he adds in with a snap of his fingers as he remembers. He mentally curses the stupid potions that cause his occasional memory lapses.
Neville stands there gaping for a long moment, his eyes wide. "Alright," he finally says once he's got his voice back. Harry had mentioned it in passing but it still was another thing to actually be asked. Everything feels so surreal for a long moment, he doesn't even react when Draco presses close again. "You're absolutely barmy and I don't think you can blame it on any medication."
Draco leans back and laughs. "True. I've always been one to just speak my mind and not give a tinker's about others' opinions." He chuckles and snuggles into Neville, smiling when the other man doesn't push him away. "I am sorry for making you feel awkward, I didn't intend for that to happen. I'd hoped you just let me jump you and take you home to Harry."
Neville gasps and unconsciously squeezes the blonde in his arms. "You... you don't mean that."
"Oh, but I do. Again, I don't want to make you feel awkward. Come back with me? Harry should be up by now for a snack," Draco says with a grin. "Please?" he asks quietly.
"Al-alright," Neville stutters, shocked that he's agreeing. "Hold on," he says, even though he didn't need to as Draco is wrapped around him. He apparates them into the front garden, even in this case unwilling to pop right into the house. He watches with amusement as Draco disentangles himself and opens the front door, crooking a finger at him when he doesn't immediately follow. He takes a deep breath, fully expecting a hex in the arse or pissing off Harry enough to put a strain on their friendship.
"Harry?" Draco calls out, smirking when he hears a muffled voice answer him from the kitchen. "I've brought Neville 'round."
"Really?" Harry calls back, his voice slightly muffled but sounding happy.
Neville glances at the doorway nervously, nibbling his lip as he walks into the kitchen. "Hey," he says softly, feeling like he's wearing a sign announcing his indiscretions. He smiles when he sees most of a massive sandwich on the plate in front of Harry and decides not to look too closely to see what it contains. The last time he'd done that, he lost his appetite for quite some time.
"Hey Nev!" Harry chirps, waving his hands at Neville in a 'come here' gesture and giggling when Neville shuffles over with hesitant steps. "How was the movie?" he asks when Neville practically dances away the moment he's released him from the hug.
"Oh, uh... it was fine. Funny."
Harry just raises his eyebrows at Neville before picking up his sandwich and taking a big bite of it, grinning around his mouthful when both men glance away. "You OK?" he asks watching Neville tug nervously at the hair behind his ear.
Draco rolls his eyes and sidles closer, easing himself onto a stool across from Harry with a soft grunt. "He's just freaking out because I kissed him."
Harry's mouth pauses mid-chew and he looks over at an appalled Neville. "Really?" he asks, trying not to laugh at the completely shocked look on Neville's face. He really wants to hug the poor man. He glares at Draco, even though he knows Neville is mis-reading the action. He expected Draco to do something but he was irked because his husband looks highly amused by Neville's state. Not that he's surprised but Neville looks ready to run or grovel for forgiveness.
"Yeah, but I didn't kiss back. I pushed him away. I'm so sorry, Harry!" Neville stammers, raising both hands in supplication.
"Dammit Draco," Harry sighs and lets his sandwich fall back onto his plate, absently shoving a slice of pickled beet back in. "Why did you do that? You've completely freaked Neville out!"
Neville gaped, disbelief clear on his face. His head whips quickly between Harry and Draco. "You-he-you-" he stutters, his finger wiggling between the two amused men. "You really did know?" he finally asks Harry, as he realizes Harry isn't upset about it; just exasperated. He can't help wrinkling his nose slightly as Harry takes a large bite of his sandwich.
"Well, sorta," Harry says around a mouthful of whatever. "I didn't think he'd molest you," he says with a less-than-playful glare at Draco.
"I did not molest him," Draco says indignantly.
"No, no molesting," Neville agrees absently, his mind trying to catch up. "So, you were telling the truth when you said Harry knew," he says softly to Draco, feeling his cheeks heat up with a curious mix of embarrassment and pleasure. He really doesn't know what to think, finding out the two having been talking about him... that way. He probably shouldn't be feeling a flush of warmth but he can't help it.
"I did say," Draco says softly, smiling as he reaches across the kitchen island to hold Harry's free hand, stroking along the fingers with his own.
"I'm sorry I doubted you," Neville nearly whispers. "But in all fairness, who would believe it?"
Harry nods, chewing quickly so he can swallow. "I know! I told him the same thing!" Harry says to Neville. "Look, I don't want anything to be weird, so if you want, we can forget all that happened."
"Alright," Neville says slowly, unsure if he means it. "I mean, I did like it," he says quietly. "But I do not want to intrude."
Harry smiles softly at Neville and crooks a finger at him. He watches Neville approach slowly and before Neville can blink, he wraps his arm behind the other man's neck and pulls him down into a quick kiss. He's surprised Neville doesn't push him away. He smiles as he slowly leans back. "Sorry, I just didn't want to be left out," he murmurs quietly, running his tongue over his bottom lip as he watches Neville press his fingers to his mouth. For a quick kiss, it was surprisingly nice.
Draco shakes himself, his eyes still slightly wide after watching Harry and Neville kiss. It was rather sexy, if he's honest with himself. He smiles when Neville throws him a nervous look.
"Oh, uhm. Wow. You..." Neville pauses and takes a deep breath. "Okay," he says to himself and takes a deep breath. "I don't know what you want me to say," he finally says, looking between Draco and Harry.
"Nothing," Harry says with a small shrug, picking up his sandwich again. "I don't want you to do anything you don't want to," he mumbles through his mostly full mouth.
Draco makes a face at Harry before looking at Neville. "What my slovenly spouse means is you don't have to say anything than what's on your mind."
"Ah," Neville says with a sigh and slowly lowers himself onto the stool next to Draco. Everything seems to be racing by, going too fast. He doesn't know what to do. He's long been attracted to Harry and Draco isn't hard to look at either. He looks between the two men, smiling as they hold hands and grin happily at each other. He knows he'd never be able to get between that; regardless of what either of them say. He doesn't want to regret anything and he has a feeling deep inside that acting on any of his less-than-friendly feelings towards either man would be a bad idea. "No," he quietly says. "I have an idea what..." he clears his throat as he blushes and adjusts himself as subtly as he can in his pants. "I can't though."
"Alright," Harry and Draco say at the same time, shocking Neville. Not only did they both agree but they both had a tinge of regret in their voices. "I told Draco that," Harry says quietly, giving Neville a bright smile as he pats his hand.
"Well, yes, but I still think it was worth it to try," Draco defends, rubbing the back of Harry's hand.
Neville blinks, looking between the two men again as unreality washes over him. "Wow," he mutters, "so you aren't upset?" Twin shrugs is the only answer. Neither man wants to push Neville into any decision. "I think I'm flattered," he adds quietly.
Draco chuckles, ignoring Harry's glare. "It wasn't meant to flatter, but you should be," he says with a smirk before getting serious. "Harry didn't believe me that you care for him."
"I do believe that," Harry says quickly, sending a glare to Draco before giving Neville a small smile. "Just not the way he thinks," he says, jerking a thumb towards Draco.
Neville blushes and awkwardly pulls on the hair behind his ear again. He doesn't want to lie but he doesn't want Harry to believe that he doesn't care about him a lot. He loves him. He glances warily at Draco and only sees a calm expression on the blonde's face. "This is so surreal," he mutters before shaking his head at Harry. "He's right, Harry."
"What?"
"I said, he's right. I... I do care about you. A lot," Neville admits, surprised to see Draco smiling at him, almost looking proud. "I won't do anything about it," he hurries on to add, mostly looking at Draco this time. "I just want... well, to be here. For you," he shyly glances at Draco again. "Both of you." He's not blind to Draco's declining health. As their friendship grew, Draco didn't try as hard to hide his symptoms.
Harry thoughtfully munches on a pickled carrot, his eyes flicking between Neville and Draco. He knew Neville wouldn't jump at the chance like Draco thought; again, he finds himself curiously mixed with relief and disappointment. He loves Draco with everything he is. Neville is his friend that he cares about almost as much as Draco. Everything is so messed up. He absently picks up another pickled carrot, pointing it at Neville. "I won't pretend I wasn't looking forward to something... more," he says quietly, unwilling to be dishonest, waving his carrot about, "but I'm glad too. It would have been weird and I'm definitely not up to feeling sexy."
Draco scoffs and nudges Neville with his elbow. "I keep telling him, he's bloody sexy but he doesn't believe me. Tell him he's sexy, Neville," he commands, his eyes flicking between Harry and Neville.
Neville tries not to gape as he nods, his cheeks feeling hot. "You are, Harry."
"I am not," Harry says patiently. He waves a hand when Draco and Neville both open their mouths, obviously to argue. "Shut it. You can't disagree with me; I'm pregnant. I'll cry," he threatens, feeling giddy and nearly giggling when both men gape before snapping their mouths shut in twin pouts. Neither one could handle the occasions Harry got weepy and emotional and he's not above using the emotional blackmail.
"You sneaky bastard," Draco muses, sounding impressed and completely smitten. "I love you," he sighs happily, resting his chin on his palm as he gazes at Harry adoringly. He nudges Neville again. "Right?"
"Huh?" Neville asks, blinking. He'd been rather caught up in the bright smile on Harry's face and barely heard what Draco said. "Sure, exactly," he absently agrees, nodding.
Harry's carrot falls from his slack fingers as he stares at Neville in shock. "What?"
"Hmm?" Neville asks, looking around warily after catching the shocked faces on both men. What did he just agree to? Oh Merlin, did Draco ask him into their bed again? "What?" he asks a little more urgently.
"You... you love me," Harry says breathlessly. He meant to phrase it as a question but it didn't seem to come out that way. He knows Neville cares about him, but love? He didn't know how to react to that.
"Oh, uhm... I do. Like a friend," Neville is quick to add. It's mostly true, so he doesn't feel bad for the half-truth.
"Oh, calm down, love," Draco says to Harry, slightly amused. "You aren't that surprised, are you?" he asks, keeping his voice light. He's practically doing cartwheels inside. Sure, he failed in the wild monkey sex plan but he wants to let loose the giggle bubbling up when he realizes his instincts about Neville are correct. He absently rubs his chest, trying to sooth a dull ache. He winces slightly, checking the time and relieved he could take another half of the Muggle pill soon.
Harry slowly shakes his head and smiles. He leans over and gently takes Neville's hand, smoothing the curled fingers. He absently traces circles into his warm palm as he looks up at Neville with a shy smile. "Did Draco ask anything else?"
Neville's face pinches with uncertainty for a moment before a bright smile takes over his face. "Yes, he did. I, of course, accepted."
"Great!" Harry gushes, squeezing Neville's hand happily before munching on another pickled carrot and absently rubbing his swollen belly. "Did you know we also asked 'Mione?"
Neville nods before shrugging. "No, but it makes sense." He looks to Draco, his brows drawn together in confusion. "Are you alright with that?" He knows Draco and Hermione get along but he's surprised he hadn't chosen one of his own friends for at least one of the godparent roles. He only met Pansy once out of school and found her to be nice, but kind of a flake.
"Of course," Draco says, waving a hand dismissively. He'd briefly considered Blaise as godfather, but Harry didn't get along with him that well. He didn't want to force either man into that close of a relationship without him being around to mediate. "I trust both of you with my daughter."
Neville swallows past a lump as he nods, blinking away the sudden sting in his eyes. "Alright," he says, happy his voice didn't come out choked or hoarse. "Harry," he says softly, turning on his stool to give the dark haired man his full attention. "I am proud and honored to be your daughter's godfather." His eyes flick down to Harry's belly and he gently caresses the roundness.
Harry beams at Neville, chewing and swallowing the last bite of sandwich quickly. "Brilliant, Nev. Thanks," he says, squeezing Neville's hand almost painfully. He can't articulate how thrilled he is that Neville agreed, even after Draco's -surprisingly- clumsy attempt earlier. He wouldn't have blamed his friend if he ran screaming and never spoke to them again.
...oOo...
"I can't believe you kissed poor Neville," Harry muses, glaring at Draco occasionally as he strips for bed. "He was so freaked out!"
"I couldn't help it, love," Draco defends, climbing into bed and patting the space beside him once Harry is completely naked. He avidly watches as Harry eases himself beside him, shuffling and sliding over until he's pressed against Draco's side. He sighs happily, rubbing a hand along Harry's side. "I didn't think he'd react like that," he says, amusement clear in his voice.
"How did you think he'd react? Slam you against a wall and have his wicked way with you?" Harry asks, an eyebrow raised as he props himself on an elbow to look at Draco. Or, more accurately, go limp while Draco had his wicked way with him.
Draco grins when he sees the look on Harry's face. He's not upset, just genuinely curious. "Well, sort of," he admits. He really thought that Neville had been thinking the same thing just before he kissed him. "I admittedly mis-read the situation," he says, clearing his throat with slight embarrassment.
"Oh, really?" Harry asks, snorting a laugh before dropping his head down to rest against Draco's chest. He sniggers. "Still, I told you it wouldn't happen like that. Neville isn't that kind of bloke."
"What kind? The fun-having kind?" Draco asks sarcastically.
"No," Harry says patiently. "The kind that would get involved with someone else's man."
"Especially yours," Draco says in a sing song voice. He really should have seen that coming, though. Neville was too noble and loyal to go there. Even after, essentially, getting permission. "Anyway, thanks for calming him down."
Harry chuckles and shifts, going up on his elbow again. "I didn't like the idea of him running away screaming into the night."
Draco glares, rubbing a hand along Harry's back and arse. "He wouldn't have run screaming into the night," he says with an eye roll. "He seemed mostly afraid you would be upset. You being calm about it helped the most," he points out, smiling when Harry shivers as he applies more pressure to the touch on his arse.
"Alright," Harry agrees breathlessly, his head drooping slightly as Draco's hand cups and squeezes one of his arse cheeks. He slides a leg up, shifting slightly so he's straddling the blonde. He chuckles when Draco looks up at him with surprise. "How're you feeling?" he asks quietly, leaning down to kiss him softly.
Draco knows he's not asking to be polite, so he pauses a moment to access himself. He's feeling surprisingly good, especially with Harry on top of him like a wet dream. He grins up at Harry dopily. "I feel brilliant," he murmurs, letting his hands wander all over Harry's warm, smooth skin. "Shift down a bit," he instructs when he feels a slight twinge from feeling Harry's weight on him. He sighs happily, pulling Harry down into a passionate kiss after he moves. He pulls back and blinks up at Harry, trying to memorize the vision above him. Harry's rounded belly is surprisingly erotic, especially with him perched on top of Draco as he is. He idly wonders how big a pervert he is as he happily grabs the lube from the side table, squeezing a large glob out with increasing arousal. One hand glides between Harry's cheeks while the other rubs circles lovingly on the rounded belly in front of him.
"Draco," Harry whines softly, conflicted between arousal from Draco's fingers steadily stretching and slicking him and embarrassment to have Draco's other hand and eyes all over his belly. He sees clear lust and love mixing in his steely gaze, making it hard for him to look away or think anything other than Draco being truthful about his changing looks. He doesn't understand how Draco can find his rounding belly appealing but he goes along with it as he gives a shuddering sigh, arching when Draco's fingers brush along his prostate. He writhes and wiggles, already nearing an orgasm. It's been longer than usual since they've had sex and he's not all that surprised to be brought to the brink so quickly. He couldn't lay blame on either of them for the lack of sex; one or both of them would be too tired to do much more than cuddle and pass out. "Stop," he moans softly, trying to lift himself off of Draco's fingers.
"What? Why?" Draco pants, stilling his movements, even though he doesn't want to.
"I'm so close, I don't-" Harry starts, his words cut off with a loud, drawn out moan as Draco quickly continues to stroke forcefully inside of him as he slides his other hand down to stroke along Harry's hard cock. He shudders, twitching his hips into Draco's hand only twice before he comes with a grunted moan. "You bastard," he accuses softly, kissing Draco soundly and running his fingers through mussed blonde strands.
"What?" Draco asks, raising an eyebrow and smirking. He knows that in 5 minutes, if he didn't fall asleep, Harry would be ready to go again. He flips them, gently laying on top of Harry, angling his hips slightly so he didn't squish Harry's rounded belly. "I know you can't argue with this," he says softly, pressing his erection into Harry and running his thumb along Harry's quickly hardening length. "Ready again?" he asks cheekily, raising an eyebrow.
Harry shrugs, his cheeks pink. He can only blame the hormones. He wiggles, arching his hips into Draco impatiently when the blonde just hovers over him, staring at him with glazed eyes. "Well?"
"Oh!" Draco breathes, shaking himself out of his reverie before leaning down to capture Harry's lips briefly before trailing kisses down his neck, shoulders and chest. He smirks when Harry gasps and writhes when he catches one peaked nipple between his lips, flicking the nub with the tip of his tongue. He loves how sensitive Harry is. He shifts, giving the same treatment to the other peaked nipple as he clumsily slicks himself, checking that Harry was still loosened and slicked as well. He moans softly as he eases himself inside Harry. "Ah," he sighs as he bottoms out. It's been too long, he thinks as he stills for a long moment, willing himself not to come so embarrassingly soon.
Harry quietly hums, fluttering his fingers down Draco's back and sides. He chuckles when Draco shivers against him and groans softly. He raises his knees, resting them on Draco's hips. He chuckles again when Draco moans as he goes a little deeper and starts to move, apparently unable to be still any longer or too worked up to keep still. He arches into Draco, trying to ignore the way his belly presses into Draco's. He rolls his eyes when Draco shudders at the contact. "You're a right pervert," he whispers, amused. He briefly considers pushing Draco off for a moment and rolling over onto his knees but another sharp thrust wipes any thoughts from his mind.
Draco groans, sliding a hand up and down Harry's thigh before pressing it closer to his chest. "I know," he pants, grinning. He picks up his pace, changing his angle and speed until Harry's back arches and he cries out in a throaty whimper. "Gods, I love you," he whispers brokenly, his words almost indecipherable through his pants and groans. He blindly reaches down, his hand finally finding and stroking Harry's leaking cock, trying to keep the same tempo as his hips. He groans pitifully when he feels his own orgasm approaching.
Harry goes limp, his second orgasm nearly knocking him flat as he moans and calls out Draco's name. He feels Draco's shuddering sigh of relief and moments later feels warmth explode inside of him and Draco flops beside him, panting and huffing. Even in his blissed out state, he feels concern for the overworked sound to Draco's breathing. He carefully curls into Draco's side, running a hand down his pale, flushed chest. He easily feels the heavy beating of his heart and frowns slightly. "You alright, love?"
"Yes," Draco eventually answers, panting a bit. "I'm alright." He sighs when Harry snuggles closer, his hand splayed over his still pounding heart. He doesn't remember ever feeling this out of breath or wiped after sex and his brow furrows. He nearly groans with annoyance; he hates the thought of having to give this up. He wraps an arm around Harry and squeezes, sighing with relief when he feels his heart rate finally slow to a normal pace. "Sleep," he instructs, slightly annoyed Harry didn't immediately drop off and is currently giving him a concerned look.
"Alright, but we're mentioning this to 'Mione next time she sees you," Harry says with a stern voice. He doesn't look forward to discussing his sex life with Hermione, but he wants her to know about it in case it's important.
"Yes, fine, alright," Draco concedes after a moments hesitation. He didn't look forward to sharing such details, only because he knew it would embarrass Harry. He mostly agrees in the hopes Hermione can help insure he doesn't have to give up sex too soon.
...oOo...
Neville nearly drops the soft baby blanket in his hands when he feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns and gulps when he's faced with an annoyed looking red-head. "Uh, hey," he mumbles, nervously twisting the soft pink fabric in his fingers.
"Neville," Ginny says, a slight sneer twisting her painted lips. "What are you doing here?" she asks, raising a red eyebrow as she leans back, showcasing her large, rounded belly. Last she heard, Neville wasn't with anyone; let alone in need of baby things.
"Getting a gift," Neville says, glaring at the witch openly. Now that he's no longer surprised, his annoyance and irritation are easily known. "You?" he asks, pointedly ignoring the way both of her hands make large circles on her rounded belly. He also ignores the cheap wedding band but he does wonder which poor bloke she'd managed to trick into marrying her.
"Obviously, shopping for my baby," Ginny huffs, annoyed. She purses her lips, studying her former classmate as she wonders who Neville could possibly be shopping for. She didn't know anyone else that was expecting and she's sure her baby is a boy, not that she'd expect a gift from Neville.
Neville just nods, trying to politely show his disinterest. As far as he knew, Ginny is on her third child -with as many fathers. He watches with amusement as her face pinches with annoyance.
"And who are you shopping for?" she snaps, pointedly looking at the pink blanket.
"Oh, no one in particular," Neville says casually. If he hadn't promised not to share the news of Harry's pregnancy -even though Harry was very clearly pregnant now, he didn't know if Harry wanted him to share the news yet -he'd love to tell the red-headed bint just to see her reaction. She'd probably screech or go into a pouting rage. "Never know when you'll need one," he says, raising the blanket slightly. "Well, I'd say it was nice seeing you..." he trails off, shrugging as he turns away, chuckling as he hears her sputtering indignantly.
"Neville!" Ginny hollers, waddling after him, huffing as she grabs his arm. From the dark look she gets, she thanks Merlin that Neville isn't the kind of wizard to strike out at a female, pregnant or not, and crosses her arms over her ample belly. "How are you?" she asks, huffing slightly. She's heard from numerous people that Neville and Draco Malfoy have been hanging out, sometimes with Harry and sometimes not. She's itching to find out if it's true but she knows Neville won't tell her outright.
"Fine, you?" Neville asks shortly, barely resisting the urge to roll his eyes.
"Good," Ginny trails off, annoyed and put out that Neville is being so short with her. She really didn't expect him to hold a grudge for so long. It isn't like she'd cheated on him. Sheesh. "Why do you care if I screwed around on Harry?" she blurts out, her arms still crossed. Since discovering the joys of sex -well, the joys of controlling boys with her various parts- she'd been unable to stay with one bloke for very long. She'd tried her hardest with Harry. Even though she'd been put out and annoyed she hadn't been able to bed him, or control him with her body, since she really wanted to be Mrs. Potter. All those hopes and dreams vanished when Harry caught her in a very compromising position with some seventh year Hufflepuff. He'd broken up with her, resolved and angry after learning of her numerous other dalliances behind his back. At the time, she thought it was some mid-guided attempt to keep her safe because of the looming war. That's what she told everyone, anyway. Soon enough she, and everyone else, realized it was a permanent arrangement -and she'd never have what she wanted- when she saw him getting a little too close to Malfoy. She'd flown into a rage and had been smugly proud to get a handful of blonde hairs before she'd been hexed by Neville and Luna for her outburst.
Neville just stares at Ginny for a long moment before breaking out into peals of delighted laughter. "I suppose that is a moot point, after all," he says with a grin, waving her off with an absently flopping hand. If it weren't for the cheating witch in front of him, Harry wouldn't be where he is now. "Bye," he says after his laughter dies down. He shakes his head, ignoring Ginny's further attempts to get his attention. He wonders how amused Draco will be when he tells him about this... he smirks as he pays for the blanket. As he leaves the store he bumps into said blonde moments later, nearly causing Draco to spill to the ground. He quickly catches and rights Draco with a sheepish smile.
"Neville!" Draco grins, looking down as he smooths his shirt so he can hide a grimace of pain. "What's the rush?"
"No rush," Neville says, shaking his head and tugging on the hair behind his ear. "Just wasn't paying attention," he admits with another sheepish smile.
Draco nods, pursing his lips slightly. "Something on your mind?" he asks, moving quickly and threading his arm through Neville's and leading him towards the nearest restaurant. The Incident, as Draco has labeled it in his mind, happened weeks ago and he's relieved that there has been no lingering awkwardness between them all. He'd just barely resisted groping Neville inappropriately last time they'd gotten pissed together, Harry smirking at him over his glass of orange juice as if he knew exactly what he'd been thinking. The prat. It didn't curb his thoughts at all but luckily he'd passed out before he could do anything else to possibly jeopardize their relationship and woke up in a pleasant pile with Neville and Harry the next morning. He couldn't find it in himself to be upset when he saw Neville pressed along Harry's back, a leg and an arm draped across Harry's side. Surprisingly, there was no awkwardness when they all woke up since Draco kept any inappropriate comments to himself. He mentally smirks, wondering how soon they can do that again, as he gives his attention back to Neville.
Neville blinks as he's led to a seat in a outdoor cafe. "I just bumped into Ginny," he says absently, taking a menu from the waiter as he's handed one.
"What did that... witch want?" Draco asks, censoring himself at the last moment. He'd long ago tried to curb his creative nicknames for the Ginger Bint, especially in Harry's presence.
"I was getting a gift for the baby," Neville says with a smile, lifting the bag from the baby store. "She was there," he shrugged, his attention mostly on the menu. Hmm... He's never tried a toasted sandwich before. He jumps when another chair is pulled out with a noisy squeak and filled; Harry puffing lightly as he drags the chair out. "Hey Harry," he smiles.
"Hey Nev," Harry says brightly, lowering himself into his seat with a soft grunt and then a happy sigh as he stretches his legs and rolls his ankles in a circle. "Hey love," he says quietly, smiling when Draco leans over and kisses him softly. "Did I miss the ordering?" he asks, smoothing a napkin over his belly and looking around, a hopeful expression on his face. He no longer has to worry about smells and foods setting off a bout of sickness and he's starving.
Draco and Neville chuckle. "No, we just sat," Draco says, giving Harry a fond smile.
"Ohhh, goody," Harry bounces a little in his seat and eagerly smacks his lips. He looks between the other men and frowns slightly. "What's up?"
"Nothing," Neville says, shaking his head and chuckling. "I was just telling Draco I ran into Ginny."
"Oh."
"Yes, and you didn't answer me," Draco says, giving Neville an amused grin. "What did Her Ginger Nibs want?" Draco drawled, sipping delicately from his water glass.
Neville chuckles and shakes his head, going into full blown laughter at the sour expression on Harry's face. He isn't sure if it's the mention of Ginny or the creative name from Draco. He shrugs. "Nothing really. Just tried to say hello and ask after Harry..."
"Ugh," Harry grimaces and rubs a hand over his belly. "Is she," he mimes a larger rounded belly at Neville, disdain on his features. The last time he'd seen her she'd been hanging all over some greasy looking bloke he vaguely recognized from Hogwarts and gushing about having his baby. The bloke looked horrified and they'd scurried off soon after, Ginny non-too-subtly stuffing a hand down the front of his pants. Thankfully, he hadn't had to interact with her at all. Not since Hogwarts.
"Yeap," Neville nods. "Number three, right?"
Draco and Harry nod.
Neville notices the wistful expression on Harry's face but chooses not to say anything about it. If he had his way, this wouldn't be the only baby for Harry. He shakes the thought out of his head, fighting a blush. "She caught me buying a gift for the baby," he says with a smile, "and asked me who it was for."
"What did you say?" Harry asks, only curiosity in his voice. He is now quite obviously pregnant and he no longer cares if it's a secret. He doesn't exactly like the idea of Ginny knowing but it isn't like he would hide it.
"No," Neville says with a shrug and a shake of his head. "I wasn't sure..."
Draco chuckles, leaning forward to tap the hand Neville has resting on the table before rubbing Harry's rounded belly. "It's not like she wouldn't be able to tell if she saw him," he chuckles again, his hand now laying motionless on Harry's belly. His eyes go wide and suspiciously shiny a moment later when he feels a nudge against his hand. He clears his throat and smiles warmly at Harry, looking back at Neville briefly before they're interrupted by their waiter.
Harry is the first to order, keeping his lunch choice relatively normal for once. He twirls a hand as the waiter lingers, silently demanding the man to get their food once everyone has ordered. With a knowing grin, the water drops off some bread before leaving them alone again. "Anyway," he says to Neville, an indication for him to continue as he breaks a roll into small pieces and slathers butter on it before popping a piece into his mouth.
"What did you get for Amanda?" Draco asks Neville, absently watching Harry devour nearly all the bread in the basket with single-minded efficiency.
Neville goes to answer but pauses as Harry's face blanks and his eyes get wet. He nearly asks 'who?' but closes his mouth with a snap as it clicks. He's only recently asked about names and Harry had been leaning towards Amanda Jean. He'd gotten the impression Draco wasn't keen on the name at all and now... "You alright, Harry?" he asks quietly, leaning forward to gently grab Harry's hand when he sees Harry's face tense in an effort to fight tears. He shares a quick look with Draco, relived to see they're both looking slightly panicked in the face of a crying Harry.
"Yeah," Harry says thickly, sniffling and turning wet, shining eyes to Draco. "Really?" he whispers, breathing out in a heavy huff when Draco's hand grips his other hand, tightly.
"Sure," Draco says, trying for a casual shrug. He'd accidentally blurted it out, he hadn't meant to tell Harry he agreed with his name choice this way but he means it. It seems almost fitting that Neville is here as well, too. He'd wanted to go with family tradition but Harry had wrinkled his nose cutely at the idea, wanting a fresh start and unwilling to name their daughter after someone. "I couldn't think of a better one," he smiles and winks at Harry, feeling himself warm pleasantly at Harry's beaming smile as he awkwardly tries to wipe his eyes without letting go of his or Neville's hands. "But promise me something?" Harry nods eagerly, his eyes wide and expectant. "If she doesn't look like an Amanda, we go with something else?"
Neville chuckles and rolls his lips together when Harry and Draco both grin at him. "Sorry," he says, feeling himself flush a little at the attention. "Is there an option B?" he asks, genuinely curious.
"Not as of yet..." Harry says slowly, his eyes slowly sliding back towards Draco, shoulders slumping slightly as he takes in the smirk on the blonde's face. "Are we talking stars or flowers here?" he asks cheekily.
Draco rolls his eyes and kisses Harry's knuckles, waving his free hand dismissively. "Whatever suits," he answers. He laughs when Harry drops his -and Neville's- hand like a hot rock a moment later as his plate slides in front of him. He ignores the annoyed yet concerned glance from Harry -and Neville- when he rotates his plate of salad. He focuses on dribbling dressing all over it, thankful he'd asked for extra as he dumps the second tub as well.
"Is that really all you want?" Harry asks, his voice quiet and muffled by a large bite of fried chicken. He knows it should be enough that Draco's eating anything at all but the tiny salad, even if it was drowned in dressing, is nearly depressing to look at. He glances at his own plate nearly overflowing with fried chicken, biscuits, some kind of cheesy pasta and numerous cornbread muffins. He wrinkles his brows and slowly places one of the muffins on Draco's napkin.
Draco nods slowly, a warm feeling going through him as Harry places the muffin by him. He really didn't want it but the fact that Harry is sharing... it's ridiculously touching. "Yes" is all he says, forcing himself to focus on his food. He didn't really have an appetite until later in the day. He smiles, hoping it soothes Harry's concern, and tucks a forkful of lettuce in his mouth. "So?" he asks Neville, "what did you get? It's not a surprise it is?"
Neville shrugs. "I don't know if it's a surprise. I mean, it's not like there's a baby shower, right?" When both men nod their agreement, he gives a resigned sigh. He's been trying to plan one for weeks but both men refuse. Harry claiming not to have anyone else to invite and Draco proudly stating they didn't need to mooch gifts, which still stymies him. "Right then," he rolls his eyes with fond amusement. "A pink blanket."
"Ohh," Harry sighs, hoping it would be soft and pink. "That sounds lovely." He absently rubs his belly, making a mental note to actually get to shopping for his daughter before she is born. He stifles a giggle.
Neville nods, grabbing the bag and sliding it towards Harry. He knows Harry will graciously accept it but he nibbles his bottom lip anyway, nervous and hoping it's good enough. He smiles with relief when Harry pulls it out and makes a soft cooing noise as he rubs the soft, pink blanket against his cheek, his eyes fluttering closed with a sigh. "Like it?"
"Oh, Nev," Harry gushes, running his hand along the soft material. "It's wonderful." He blinks, trying to avoid tears again. "Thank you." He carefully folds the blanket and places it back in the bag. "That reminds me," he says, his eyes flicking between Neville and Draco, unsure who to address. "We need to get more for the baby," he says, leaning back and rubbing a hand absently over his belly.
Draco snorts and rolls his eyes before grinning and pointing a finger at Neville. "Your job," he declares with authority.
Neville only nods, thrilled to be included. "Sure thing, mate." He fights another blush when Draco and Harry both give him bright smiles. "What do you need?" he asks, leaning slightly as he reached for the muggle pen and pad of paper he keeps in his back pocket. The set has been right handy more than once and he's glad he still carries them.
"Everything." Draco and Harry say at the same time and dissolve into a fit of quiet laughter, ignoring the disgruntled look on Neville's face.
"Everything," Neville deadpans, actually writing it down. Merlin, how could they not have anything? He doesn't ask though, a cold spike of despair going through him at the thought. He can only imagine what's side-tracked Harry and Draco.
"Well," Draco says quietly, shifting in his seat slightly to ease an ache in his back and side. "I haven't given it nearly enough thought and I think Harry here is too distracted."
Harry nods, his eyes wet again. "I've been a neglectful arse," he says quietly, feeling like an utter failure. He was over 6 months pregnant now; he should've given this thought way before now. He sniffles and gives Neville a watery smile when he feels the other man squeeze his hand gently.
"Nonsense, you've always been a procrastinator," Neville says, smiling softly.
Draco snorts a laugh and nods. "Too true, love. Always waits until the last minute for everything," he says fondly, leaning forward to run a calming hand down Harry's arm. "Write a list and let Hermione and Neville go shop and bond." Draco leans back in his seat, crunching an ice cube noisily. "I'll give you my Galleon pouch and whatever you can't find, we'll order." He sends a mild glare when Neville goes to protest at the mention of taking his money, crunching his ice cube happily when Neville's mouth snaps shut and he nods once.
Neville chuckles. "That works for me," he says brightly, not so secretly glad for the help. He hasn't seen Hermione in a while, it'll be nice to reconnect.