Chapter 2
Warnings for this chapter: Sex! Explicit man on man sex. If you are squeamish, please skip this chapter
Summary: After a drunken one-night-stand, Draco is left heartbroken and pregnant. When that also goes wrong, he convinces himself that he's not right for Harry and attempts to move on again. Several years later, however, a terrible incident lands him in St. Mungo's, where Harry finds him. With the blonde pregnant and slipping into depression, can Harry save the man he rejected so many years ago? And will he want to? Drarry. Not Epilogue compliant
Story Warnings: explicit sex both hetero and homo, slash, gang rape, m!preg, et cetera et cetera.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters or creatures. I do not own the setting, locations, and world used in this story. I own only the plot. This is a work of fiction. It is not based on actual events. I do not condone rape of any sort.
First of all, let me say I'M SORRY ;A; I honestly took way too long with this chapter…and I don't even have a reason! Just…this chapter was really hard for me to write…I guess I'm not cut out for sex scenes. It isn't even a good sex scene. Just one giant…big…chapter long…horrible sex scene oy vay. If you're uncomfortable with reading explicit sex, this story can be understood without this chapter. Ugh and I don't know what the heck happened to Harry's drunkness. Sorry, but as someone who has neither gotten drunk nor had sex…I didn't know how to make them work together OTL… sorry again.
I decided to add a few chapters to this story…26 was going to be it, but at the moment there is no real time for Harry and Draco to just be…so I think I may add a few for that. Probably up to 30
And sorry for any mistakes, this is unbeta'd …just point them out to me and I'll fix yes? J
Also to the lovely reviewers…Thank you J I appreciate you taking the time to leave me a review. Love to you all. And a shoutout to Chapter 1 reviewers up to this point. Thank you butterpie, Liz, chocolaTTelover, nikitabell, KKMayfield, and MDarKspIrIt. I can't reply to those without accounts so I'm just replying here ^^;
butterpie - Ahaha thank you ^^ I often find around drunk people that everything makes perfect sense to them when they're drunk so… I kind of tried to give Harry that… but as I said already, I'm too fail to tie drunk and sex together ;A;
Ahh humour ….about that. I try, I do ;A; But when I try it always ends up being TERRIBLE! Trust me, my humour fails. But I will continue trying. Harry and Draco aren't going to make it together again until Chapter 19 though… *fails*
Liz - Haha thank you. I like abandon Prego Draco too…although I just like being mean to Draco *is horrible like that TwT* Cliff hangers are evil ….and I love them xD I'll be sure to leave them here and there.
Hope you enjoy ~
- Flammy
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"Don't know why I'm doing this" he groused, before hoisting Potter up and dragging him up to the 7th year dorms. "And you'd better be grateful you prat!" he warned him as he deposited the Golden Boy into his bed and turned away. Before he could leave, however, a hand closed around his wrist. Draco didn't even have the time to finish asking 'What are you doing?' before Potter pulled him almost on top of himself and pressed their lips together.'
His muscles froze momentarily, seized by shock, before Draco yanked his mouth away. "Wh-What are you doing Potter?" he demanded, his voice coming out far more shaky than he would have liked. Dammit, Potter was kissing him. What was going on?
"M kissing you Draco" Potter mumbled, entwining his hands in Draco's sweater and pulling him closer. Draco didn't fight it, purely because the sweater was expensive and he'd rather not have it ripped. He turned his face away, though, as Potter tried to kiss him again, and the endearing action landed on his cheek instead.
"It's Malfoy to you Potter," the blonde snarled, albeit not as venomously as he would have liked. "And I see that. May I ask why you are attempting to kiss me?" Not that he didn't want to kiss Potter. Merlin knew he did, no matter what he told himself. But really, there was no way Potter would kiss him. The ridiculously straight, Draco-hating Potter. There must be some sort of plot going on here, and Draco was determined to dig right to the bottom of it. Potter, however, gave the blonde a rather confused look, as if this was the most ridiculous question he had ever heard.
"Because I want to," he said in the tone of voice that indicated that his answer explained everything. Draco frowned, about to argue, when those insistent lips suddenly found his again, claiming them eagerly. The Slytherin stiffened again, keeping his mouth determinedly still. Potter eventually paused his kissing, sighing softly against his lips. "I really like you Draco," he murmured, his hands gently stroking up and down the blonde's back. Those intense green eyes raised to meet his, burning into them with something Draco couldn't quite place. "Have for a while now. 'S been hell tryin' to ignore it….trying to ignore you…" He ended his mumblings by pulling Draco down again and once more pressing their lips together in an insistent kiss. Draco, for his part, was too shocked to react. Potter really liked him? It seemed absurd, obviously the boy was lying but… the way he had said it, staring into the blonde's eyes, Draco couldn't find it in himself to disbelieve the shaggy-haired boy. It would certainly explain why Potter had been ignoring him thus far, would it not? A part of him, probably the logical part, was informing him of how very desperate and naïve of him it was to think this way. But the logical part was hidden behind years of unrequited attraction, lust, excitement, and the little buzz of the one glass of alcohol he had consumed that evening. Besides, the look in Potter's eyes…he had seen only earnest truth there. But was it enough?
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Harry slowly broke the kiss, immediately missing the feel of the blonde's soft lips against his own. The lack of response, curiously, didn't upset or phase him as much as he had thought it might. Looking up at the Slytherin he had secretly longed after, he could virtually see the conflicted thoughts swirling through those silver-grey eyes. The sight sent a thrum of pleasure to Harry's groin. If Draco was conflicted, then Draco didn't hate him Draco must want this too, or else he would have fled by now. The fact that he was laying here, unsure, yes, but still here, meant that the blonde longed for this on some level. Fuelled by his newfound discovery, Harry manoeuvred a quick flip, pinning the Slytherin beneath him as he straddled his hips.
"Don' fight it Draco," he ordered softly, moving his face closer to the hesitant blondes. He read the uncertainty in those molten silver eyes, before pressing a gentle kiss to the ex-Death Eater's temple. "You want this too….no reason to say no." The body beneath him shuddered and released a moan as Harry moved the sweet kisses down the pointed nose. Harry drew back, studying the blonde intently. He looked a vision, panting, his usually perfect hair mussed and spread beneath him, those silver eyes wide and blown and that slender, pale body trembling with want, desire, and lust. "So beautiful," he murmured, stroking the Slytherin's eyebrow with his thumb, before trying the blondes lips with his own once more. Draco didn't respond immediately, but Harry could feel he was more relaxed. He experimentally swiped his tongue across the seam of the blondes lips, cheering a small victory when they hesitantly parted. The brunette wasted no time in plunging his tongue into the warm cavern and exploring for all he was worth.
The kiss lasted longer than Harry cared to keep track off, breaking off only when the participants found themselves in need of breath. Another thrill of victory rushed through him at having gotten the other boy to reciprocate, hesitant as it had been. The blonde in question was biting his lip nervously, grey eyes alight with lust, as he ran his hands gently up and down Harry's sweater-clad arms. He seemed to be having an internal debate with himself, Harry mused, rubbing his thumbs in circles in Draco's hair. The silvery eyes snapped up to meet his again, and Harry thought he saw something steeling within them, before the blonde leaned up, initiating another kiss and causing Harry's heart to soar with elation. He returned the kiss with a vengeance, slipping his thigh between the blonde's leg to rub his groin. Draco made a small groan of approval before his pale hands fluttered up, hesitating only slightly before slipping beneath Harry's sweater and shirt, rubbing the firm muscle underneath. They kissed this way for a while longer before Harry made a possessive growling sound, moving his attentions from the blonde's lips to his neck, where the brunette set about marking the territory he now considered his. Draco moaned under the attention, his fingers tangleing in the thatch atop Harry's head as Harry sucked, licked, nibbled, and bit. The Gryffindor revelled in the sounds slipping from his ex-rival's lips, wondering if he was the first one to draw such noises from the prickly blonde. He suddenly felt a stab of jealousy at the thought of someone else touching the Slytherin this way. He raised his head to let loose a possessive growl of 'Mine' before resuming his assault on the pale neck with a vengeance.
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Draco gulped, his heart rate increasing as Potter's eyes burnt into his, before the darker haired boy growled out that possessive word and resumed working on Draco's neck, forcing another set of moans from the fairer of the two. Some part of the blonde's brain was warning him to stop this before it got too far, that submitting to this was a horrid idea, but Draco couldn't bring himself to listen. He had wanted this far too long, and when Potter looked at him with such earnest and claimed to return his feelings…well, he didn't have the strength to ignore it. Draco's lips quirked ever so slightly as he realized what he had just thought. They were about to shag…he would do well to call the boy Harry, at least within the confines of his own mind.
Potter…Harry…appeared at that moment to have decided that, since Draco had enough time to lose himself in thought so, he was clearly not giving the blonde enough pleasure. The brunette immediately set about to remedy this, rubbing the slighter boys groin more insistently as his hands snaked beneath the blondes shirt to toy with the quivering nipples. Draco let out a gasp of surprise, followed by a moan as the friction continued. Deciding that there were entirely too many clothes between them, the blonde allowed his hands to travel higher up Harry's body, dragging the other boy's shirt and sweater with them. The Gryffindor eagerly broke off his ministrations on Draco's neck and chest to aid in the removal of his clothing, sliding the material off his head and shoulders with ease. An appreciative moan was heard as Draco took in the sight of Harry's well built body, and he lifted his head to lick a stripe up the skin, pausing between the alert nipples. He felt, rather than heard, P-Harry's sharp intake of breath before he was shoved back onto the bed, lips crashing down on his and claiming them entirely. The Slytherin barely had time to make even a squeak of surprise before his shirt was being unceremoniously ripped from his body, whilst Harry's tongue once again plundered his mouth. The small voice at the back of the blondes head that was attempting to voice a complaint on how expensive that shirt had been was almost immediately quashed when Harry's strong hands returned to his eager nipples, rubbing and lightly pinching and once more reducing Draco's usual eloquence to a plethora of moans and pleading. Taking it as the sign of encouragement it was, the brunette broke of his kiss with Draco to trace a path down the blonde's neck and chest with his mouth, pausing at one of the pink nipples. There he proceeded to swirl his tongue onto it, adding the occasional nip or suck, his hand still working on the other so as not to leave it out. He at some point swapped his hand and mouth, giving each nipple equal treatment, although Draco only barely registered that through his lustful haze of pleasure.
Just as the Malfoy heir started absently wondering if Harry planned to take the cruel path of getting the blonde to cum just by nipple torture, the brunette raised his head. He took a moment to gaze at the Slytherin beneath himself, smirking at the sight of the pink flush, the parted lips and lust filled pupils, before he began pressing open mouthed kisses in a path down toward Draco's naval. Draco arched off the bed, his hands flying to Harry's head and trying to push him down further, to where the blonde ached to be touched. The Gryffindor didn't comply, only letting out a mirthful chuckle before sticking his tongue into Draco's belly button, making the blonde whimper in surprise and pleasure. Harry's hand, still on his alert nipple, gave it a gentle twist at the sound, but the brunette didn't otherwise acknowledge the noise. Instead, he chose to plunder the dip with his tongue, as if there were treasure there and he wanted every last drop of it. The Slytherin fisted his hands in that thatch-like hair, so much smoother than it appeared, and moaned again. Harry seemed to approve of the noise, for he rewarded it with a few nips to Draco's general stomach area before finally finally moving down, kissing his way along the fine blonde curls that paved his path. The Slytherin let out another involuntary whimper as he felt Harry's warm breath ghost across his aching hardness, and then it was gone. His eyes, previously clenched tight from pleasure and anticipation, shot open to pin the brunette with a shocked and accusatory glare. He was met with a predatory grin.
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The Gryffindor couldn't reign in the smile he felt spreading across his face at the sight of Draco's outraged eyes glaring at him. The blonde really was beautiful. He couldn't understand which part of him had told him that it would be a good idea to ignore his feelings, when he could have had this…and so much sooner! Now that he had him…well, he was going to be sure to enjoy it.
"What do ya want Draco?" Harry's voice came out in a seductive purr, and he felt a thrill of pleasure at the way the blonde quivered upon hearing it. "Tell me," he added, nibbling infuriatingly at the soft insides of the other boys thigh. He was rewarded by another moan -man this boy was sensitive- before, very softly, the words were uttered,
"I…I want you to….blow me." Harry raised his head, amused at the lack of volume in the usually self-confidant blonde. The Malfoy heir stared back at him, eyes wide and pupils large, and the bespectacled wizard couldn't help but let an appreciative sigh burst forth before lowering his head again. He paused, hovering just above the leaking cock, standing proudly from its base of soft blonde curls. He had wanted this for so long now, he could barely believe it was about to happen. How often he had dreamt of it, and only to find that his imagination did Draco no justice. The Slytherin was a beauty. His Slytherin. His Draco. All his…
Harry was shaken from his alarmingly possessive thoughts by an impatient twitch from the thighs his hands still rested upon. Chuckling at his Draco's impatience, the brunette lowered his head, finally, to lick gently at the tip of the other boys penis. The blonde's reactions once again encouraged him, both vocally and bodily, and he took some of the warm flesh into his mouth, swirling his tongue about it eagerly. A keening moan sounded out somewhere above him as Harry drew more of the hard shaft into his mouth, sucking eagerly. He peered up through his lashes to see Draco's head thrown back, eyes closed and mouth hanging open slightly, pants and moans slipping past those luscious kiss-swollen lips. A rush of heat shot through the Gryffindors body and he let out a pleased moan, delighting in the echoing cry that answered him. Concentrating once more on the task at hand, Harry relaxed his throat before pressing down, taking in as much of Draco as he could without choking. The hips beneath him thrust upward, seeking more heat, and Harry quickly brought his hands up to hold them down. He sucked for a bit before moving up again, and repeating the downward motion. The hands in his hair tightened painfully as their owner tried to stop himself from shoving the brunettes head down further. Harry obliged the unspoken wish and moved forward, attempting to suppress his gag reflex as he tried to take the blonde further into his throat. He gagged a little, but Draco didn't seem to mind, and so he pressed on. It was only when his nose hit a soft thatch of light curls that the Gryffindor realized that he had indeed managed to take in all of Draco's length. A sense of pride swelling within him, Harry set about sucking and swallowing, utterly loving the sounds it drew from the blonde beneath him.
It was when the Slytherin uttered "H-Harry…! Ngh!" and tightened those beautifully pale hands in his hair that Harry pulled away, licking his lips with relish. Draco whimpered at the loss, and the brunette chuckled as those silvery eyes flew open to gaze at him in confusion. "Why-" he started, but was shushed when Harry's lips met his yet again in another mind-numbing kiss.
"Don' want you comin' yet," Harry murmured after pulling away, before licking Draco's lips again. The blonde let out a needy whine and tried to drag Harry back down for another kiss, but the Gryffindor resisted. A mirthful smile gracing his lips, he brought his hands to tickle the pale boys balls, marvelling at the peach fuzz feeling of them. He revelled a moment in the uncontrolled moan that the Slytherin had let out before running his finger down, behind the balls and to the twitching hole that lay there. Holding his breath, the brunette slowly slid the digit in, smiling at the tight heat that surrounded him. Draco whimpered and shifted a little, unused to the feeling, but quickly settled.
"Feels so strange…" he informed the Gryffindor, voice little more than a whisper.
"Ya'll get used ta it," Harry promised, sliding in another finger. "We're gonna be doin' this a lot more. I'm not pretending no more…." Draco didn't answer, choosing to let out another discomfited whine instead. Harry slowed down slightly, but didn't relent in the scissoring motions he was making. The blonde would get used to it, and he couldn't wait much longer to be inside him.
The Golden Boy wasted no time in inserting a third finger when Draco's squirming finally died down. The pale boy immediately stiffened around it, clearly uncomfortable with the latest intrusion. He whimpered yet again, raising his head to show Harry his watery, pleading eyes. "It hurts!" The blonde snivelled pathetically. Harry felt a wave of sympathy go over him at the adorable look he was being given, and he brought himself up to kiss the other boy again.
"You'll get used to it," he promised again, nuzzling Draco's cheek. His fingers, scissoring and stretching this whole time, chose that moment to brush against something that had Draco moaning and arcing off the bead.
"F-Fuck Potter- …Harry… do that again!" the blonde cried out, and Harry obliged him before pulling out, the other boys reaction turning him on too much. Besides, Draco was surely prepared enough anyway. The boy in question whimpered at the loss of Harry's fingers and the brunette chuckled.
"Hush baby, there's somethin' better comin soon," he soothed, stroking the blondes cheek lovingly with his left hand as he used his right to align his dick. The Gryffindor then kissed Draco lovingly as he slowly began to insert himself. The distraction didn't work as well as he'd hoped, however, as the blonde still tensed up around him. "Gotta relax" he murmured against the pale lips, adding a lick to them for good measure. The boy beneath him whimpered again and closed his eyes, breathing deeply through his nose. Harry felt him gradually loosen up around him and smiled again as he pushed all the way in. "Fuuuck Draco, so tight!" He moaned as he got further in. Draco answered him with only a whimper, his eyes shut tight and face screwed up against the pain. Harry felt a slight twinge of guilt, but he knew that the sooner he got to the good stuff, the sooner the pain would turn to pleasure. Bearing this in mind, he resolved to stubbornly push forward unless the blonde actually asked him to stop. However, Draco never did ask him to stop. Instead, his hands tightened painfully on Harry's arms, nails digging into the darker skin. The Golden Boy hummed comfortingly as he gifted another kiss to the fairer of the two. The boy responded with another whimper as he returned with a half-kiss. Pushing in the rest of the way, Harry released a sigh of pleasure that set the blonde's fine fringe fluttering. It felt so great to be fully seated inside the older boy, and he could feel himself tingling with pleasure from it. Draco didn't seem to feel the same way, as his pained grimace hadn't quite faded. Harry bit his lip, eyes trained on those silvery ones. "You okay?" He managed.
"Y-yes fine just….move!" Came the reply, and the pale legs shifted slightly to give Harry more space. Hissing his pleasure, the Gryffindor slowly drew himself out before slamming back in. His actions were met with a whimper, but Harry couldn't bring himself to stop. It just felt too good. Instead he snapped his hip back again before pushing back in. "Nnngh H-Harry!" Came a pleading voice, and said boy's brow furrowed. He pulled out again, changing his angle slightly before pushing back in. At Draco's quiet whine, he deepened his frown. Still not the right angle… Repositioning again, he pushed back in and… "Aaaaah nnnng! Harry yes!"
'There we go' Harry thought with a small smirk as he set a steady pace, brushing the blondes prostate again and again. His bed partner was now babbling incoherently, pushing back to meet Harry's thrusts. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the quiet room, coupled with random words and cries of each others names. Soft hands fluttered to Harry's cheeks with a deceptive gentleness before harshly tugging his head down to meet him in another kiss. It was sloppy and harsh, teeth clashing together, but to Harry, it was perfect. Gently they separated, and Harry stared down at the dishy blonde beneath them, his chest tightening with love, before spotting a dark blemish on the otherwise pale perfection that made up the other boy. Pressing himself closer to his bed partner, he seized up the slender arm and gazed upon that which had caught his attention: The Dark Mark. He felt Draco stilling beneath him, and raised his eyes to see a couple of silvery orbs gazing back at him, nervousness and worry clearly swirling within them.
"H-Harry I-" he started, trying to tug his arm away, but Harry held fast to the limb.
"It's beautiful" he replied, kissing the black expanse. And really, it was a work of art. Once one got past the horrible meaning it carried, he could really appreciate the manner in which the serpent twisted out of the skull's perfect teeth. "Beautiful," he repeated as he put in his deepest thrust yet. He was surprised to find the blonde clamping down around him, warm seed splashing over their bodies. The tightening pulled him over the edge himself, and one hard thrust had him spilling deep into the other's lithe body. Laughing slightly in ecstasy, he collapsed atop the blonde. An irate moan sounded out below him, and his laughter doubled as he rolled off and turned to face the smaller boy, placing a loving hand on his cheek. "Mmmmm…you didn't last long, Draco. You a virgin?" The thought of his Draco being a virgin caused his heart to swell. Draco's blush confirmed his suspicions, and the blonde mumbled something, averting his eyes. "What was that?" He pressed, amused as he wondered what excuse the blonde might come up with.
"Was your talking," came the vague reply. At Harry's confused look, the blonde deigned to elaborate. "Parseltongue. You were talking to the mark. Hot," he told him. Harry felt a brief flash of confusion, having been unable to speak the language of snakes sine he had killed Voldemort, but then brushed it off. Who cared about minor in discrepancies anyway, when he was lying here entangled in the arms of a beautiful, loving blonde. Surging forward again, he pressed another kiss to those petal-soft lips before snuggling in next to the other's lithe body. A happy sigh was the last sound he heard before he drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
And that's that. Sorry for that fail. Next Chapter, Harry gets to be an arse! Well, he will be that a lot but ya know… Stay tuned~
*tries to take less time this time*
