Warning: Includes a bit of smut.

Dates, Parents, and Sex
Another month passes...
Friday, 15 September 2007

~ o ~

In his first floor lounge, Draco lay back on the sofa and sighed. He was completely exhausted, but he'd had an absolutely wonderful third date with Harry.

For their first date, Harry had called him and asked him out—as Draco had told him was proper for courting—then surprised him with reservations at Ciao Trattoria,¹ a fine, upscale restaurant on Diagon Alley that was nearly impossible to get into these days—or so Draco had read, since he'd not actually been able to get out in quite some time. But, popular as it was purported to be, Harry'd managed it somehow, making Draco wonder about the other man's connections. The dark-haired man had claimed to have semi-abandoned their world of magic, but...obviously not completely. And Draco was even more curious when the owner and head chef of the place—Gregorio Conti—stopped by their table to make sure their meal was everything they'd hoped for. This had Draco looking between the two other men, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. He was well aware that he was not the first man Harry had dated, but...had Harry previously dated the restaurant owner and, if he had, why would he take Draco here on a date? Draco quickly decided that he was imagining things and, in the end, the evening turned out to be lovely and romantic and...amazing!

Their second outing together was nice too, though it didn't go as planned. It turned into a group date, because they'd had to bring the children along. It wasn't supposed to be that way, but their sitter cancelled at the last minute leaving them stuck. They could either, cancel their plans and try to reschedule—which neither man wanted to do—or bring the children along. And so they brought them with, but...damn that Granger for having to stay home with her own daughter, who'd turned up with a cold on the day of his second date with Harry.

And damn his mother's sister too, for needing a sitter and leaving her grandson—Harry's godson—with them as well!

But that turned out well too. Teddy Lupin, whom Draco hadn't met before, was a perfectly pleasant child, if a little colorful...quite literally, with his hair and eyes that frequently changed color to fit his mood. The boy was almost two years and three months older than Caelum, but the boys instantly got on. This opened Draco's eyes to what his children were missing. Because of his strange condition, his children had had only each other as companions. They weren't lonely, per se, but Draco now realized that they might not be getting what they needed. Especially Caelum. The twins had each other and Scorpius and Aria were just too young to be overly affected. But, as the oldest, Caelum spent a lot of time alone—or mothering his siblings—so this was good for the seven-year-old boy. He now had a friend who was not a sibling.

So, the second date started off rocky. After deciding that they'd take the children with, Harry had to go out and make some changes to his car. And, though Draco was impressed with Harry's use of wizard space, he wasn't all that thrilled with the Muggle vehicle Harry forced him to ride in. The blond had been raised to view the bloody things as death traps, but Harry'd promised to take it slow and, for the most part, did. It was only Draco who had an issue with the car though...the kids loved it! And the date turned out to be rather nice. They'd picnicked in some Muggle park, eating an interesting variety of Muggle foods—juice for the kids and sodas for them, cut carrots and celery with dip, strawberries, cut apples and orange slices, potato crisps, pretzels, crackers, and trail mix, turkey, ham and cheese sandwiches on fancy croissants, and several types of cookies for desert—and watched the children play.

Harry'd brought all sorts of things to do, for the children and themselves—balls to throw and kick and chase, a strange flying disk thing that Draco was strangely interested in learning about, a couple board games, and a few other lawn-type games, which Draco only watched them play...though quite curiously.

And when they'd tired of those games, Harry taught them several other Muggle games for children. He started them off with a game called Simon Says, a game which was familiar to Draco, but by its Latin name, Cicero dicit fac hoc—Cicero says do this! After several rounds of that, Harry moved them on to a game called Red Light, Green Light. This one was reminiscent of their ride in that blasted Muggle death trap contraption, with all its stops-and-gos, and so was somewhat of a turn off to the blond man. But the children seemed to love it, so it therefore made Draco smile in spite of himself. And last, they played something called Duck, Duck, Goose! This one sent the children running around and screaming, making Draco cringe a bit at first. But again, they all seemed to be having fun and that made Draco very happy.

And that was date two.

For their third date—which had just come to an end—Harry had taken him to a nice brunch in Hogsmeade, then shopping—because everyone knew how much Draco loved spending money. He'd been a bit nervous about Apparating, after all this time, but Harry hugged him and kissed him and told him it would be all right—then whisked them away while Draco's eyes were closed. At first the blond was angry—because he felt tricked—but that was soon forgotten as Harry dragged him around Hogsmeade, letting him go into any and all shops he wished—and it pretty much was all the shops. Date three finished up with sweets from Honeydukes—and some mint humbugs that the dark-haired man had obviously obtained from Hogwarts especially for him. It was a wonderful, if exhausting, day.

And now Harry was upstairs checking on the napping children, so that Draco wouldn't have to. Their sitter today had been Harry's friend Luna. Whatever the loony woman had done with the children had them completely knackered. But Draco was glad for it, because he too could hardly keep his eyes open. And so he lay there listening to the lovely silence—until his Floo flared.

"Draco, darling, are you there?" came his mother's somewhat panicked voice.

Cringing, Draco stifled a groan—because she'd hear it and not be pleased—then sat up and responded.

"Yes mother, I'm here," he said, wondering where she thought he'd be—and secretly glad she'd not called on him earlier in the day when he was out.

"Oh! Good. I'm so relieved to see you, dear. I just received an owl from Lady Zabini saying that her son mentioned that he'd heard from Pansy, whose mother said you were sighted by that awful Greengrass woman. In Hogsmeade, of all places. I, of course, told her that was impossible, but I had to call on you to be sure. Is everything all right, dear?"

Draco bit his lip in frustration. Fuck! Should have known better than to go out in public, he scolded himself. Bloody gossips!

But he couldn't say those things to his mother. And he knew he couldn't lie to her, but this wasn't exactly how he wanted to tell her he was pregnant again.

"Draco. Why aren't you responding?" she asked. "Is something wrong?"

"Well...ahh...no, nothing's wrong."

"Oh, no," she all but wailed. "It's happened again, hasn't it?

"I'm fine, Mother. It's—"

"I just knew Muggle London wasn't a good idea," the continued. "Didn't I tell you that?"

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Draco let his mother rant herself out, patiently waiting for her to take pause. And when she did, he let out a long sigh.

"Are you through?" he asked.

"Oh, Draco, this has got to stop," she said. Then, when he didn't say anything—because what could he say—she asked the obvious. "Can we please come see you, darling?"

Sighing again, Draco nodded. "Of course, Mother. Will you be bringing Father?"

"Yes. It'll take a minute. I'll have to go up to his office and get him, but...we'll be there shortly."

Draco nodded and watched as his mother disappeared from his Floo, then flopped back on the sofa again—wishing he could pour himself a Firewhisky.

~ o ~

By the time his parents stepped through the Floo—the one on his ground floor—Draco had managed to pull himself together. He'd also prepared several cups of tea, took out a bottle of beer for Harry, and poured his father a stiff drink—which he knew the older man would need as soon as Harry came downstairs. Or possibly before.

"Oh darling, you look exhausted," his mother complained as she glided into the kitchen and wrapped her arms about him.

Draco tried to smile. "Yes, Mother, I am quite tired, but...I assure you that I'm fine. Or so my Healer tells me."

"Your Healer, dear? You found someone to help you this time?" she asked hopefully, her hands gently caressing her son's face.

"Yes, and I'm in very good hands, I promise," Draco said with a small smile, not mentioning that the only reason he'd gotten help this time was because Harry Potter had taken care of it.

His mother sighed. "Oh. I am so glad. Isn't that wonderful, Lucius?" she asked, turning toward her husband.

"Yes. Brilliant!" he said dryly.

"Hello to you too, Father," Draco said, his tone equally cold as he handed his father the glass of Firewhisky he'd poured, then picked up his own tea and headed for the garden—at least his peaceful garden would calm him—leaving his parents to follow him. And they did.

His father had been quite different after the war ended. Not cruel in any way, but more than a bit aloof; it was very hard to take. And Draco's odd condition just made things more difficult. It was like his father didn't know how to handle the situation and so pretended he didn't have a son. When he was young, Draco had wanted to grow up to be just like his father. Not so much anymore.

His mother, on the other hand, tried to over-compensate. She didn't feel that she could visit her son—because she was convinced it would harm him—but she called him often and sent him and the children gifts regularly. In a way, his being pregnant again was a blessing, because that was the only time she felt it safe to see him. But seeing him also made her sad...because she knew she'd not be able to see her son—or his children, for that matter—after her sixth grandchild was born, and that was heartbreaking.

By the time his parents reached the garden, Draco had already settled himself down on his favorite chair and was absently sipping his tea. As soon as she neared. his mother gracefully lowered herself into the chair Harry usually used, while his father sat stiffly at the table.

Laying a hand on his arm, his mother asked, "When are you due, darling?"

"My Healer says the second of December," he answered—then waited for her to become upset. And she didn't disappoint.

"December!" she burst, causing both Draco and his father to cringe. "But that means I could have been over here helping you and seeing my grandchildren for the last two months."

"I know, Mother. I'm sorry," Draco apologized. And he was sorry...sort of. He felt bad for what he'd taken from her—that he'd kept the children from her—but he'd not wanted more company, because he'd been enjoying his time with Harry.

"Where are the children?" she asked next, a hopeful look in her blue eyes. "I'd love to see them. They must be getting so big."

Draco yawned. "They're upstairs sleeping, Mother."

"Oh darling, you look so weary."

"I am, but not because I'm pregnant. I overdid it today. We were out all day and—"

"Out?" Lucius interrupted. "Isn't that dangerous?"

"No, Father. It's perfectly safe to be around other wizards while I'm with child, remember?"

Lucius frowned. "You should have contacted us, Draco, for your mother's sake. I'm very disappointed in your lack of consideration."

Draco resisted the urge to roll his eyes and nodded instead. "I'm sorry, Father."

"So, why don't you and the children move into the manor while you're expecting, dear," his mother suggested—to shift the subject, Draco was sure. "That way I can see you all every day until the baby comes."

"Um. That's not going to work, Mother," Draco said. "Things are...different now. More complicated. I'm—"

"How so?" his father cut in.

Draco rubbed a hand over his face and sighed. He did not want to do this and wished his parents would just leave. But he knew they wouldn't. He also knew that it wouldn't be much longer before Harry unknowingly came waltzing out into the garden. Just the thought of that happening was giving the blond a sick headache.

"Well, for one, I know whose essence created my baby and he's...sticking around."

Lucius' eyes flew open wide. "Excuse me?!"

"I think you heard me, Father," Draco said, refusing to repeat himself—and that is when Harry appeared at the back door.

"Draco, Aria just wouldn't settle back..." he started—then stopped and stared, "down. Well...ahh...h-hello," he stammered.

When neither of his parents said a word, Draco got up and went to Harry. "Sur-prise," he whispered under his breath as he took his fussing daughter. Then turning toward his mother, he gently passed the child to her. "Here, Mother, you can hold your granddaughter while I prepare her bottle."

Clearly shaken from the shock of seeing Harry Potter in her son's back yard, Draco's mother accepted the baby into her arms and smiled down at her.

"Oh, Draco, she's lovely," she said, her eyes filling with tears. "Pictures do not do her justice."

Draco smiled. "Thank you, Mother. I agree, of course. Most beautiful baby girl on the planet," he said, his eyes going to Harry. Normally, Harry might have a teasing quip to go with what he viewed as Draco's conceit, but he was apparently speechless...for the moment, at least.

"Help me in the kitchen, Potter," he said firmly.

Nodding dumbly, Harry followed him.

~ o ~

As soon as they were inside the house, Draco started pacing. "I am so sorry about this," he apologized.

Harry shrugged. "Couldn't keep them away forever, I supposed. It was just a shock."

Picking up the beer he'd opened for Harry, Draco took a swig—but only one, because Harry quickly confiscated the bottle from his hand. "Tea for you," he said, handing Draco the cup the blond had prepared for him, "and beer for me."

Sighing, Draco set Harry's tea cup down and moved toward the dark-haired man. "I need you to hold me."

Not needing to be told twice, Harry immediately brought his arms up and wrapped them around Draco's still-narrow waist. "We'll get through this," he said, his lips seeking out Draco's. "I promise."

Draco nodded, then latched onto the dark-haired man's mouth, seeking the comfort and reassurance he so desperately needed.

After several kisses, their lips parted, but they rested the foreheads together and just held one another.

"What exactly is going on here?" Lucius Malfoy asked from the doorway, causing the two younger men to startle and separate.

Draco looked at his father. He'd apparently entered while they were occupied and had observed their affection...and he clearly didn't find it acceptable. Draco's mother, on the other hand, stood there beside her husband, baby Aria cuddled in her arms, but she didn't look at all displeased. In fact, she looked curious and, if Draco was not mistaken, relieved.

"Hello, Mr. Malfoy. Mrs. Malfoy," Harry said, then reached for Draco's hand and clasped it.

Draco knew that, as much as Harry disliked his father, he would have shaken his hand—to make nice—but didn't extend the offer, because he knew Lucius would have turned his nose up at it. This both saddened him and made him glad—saddened him that his father continued to be an arse, but glad because Harry was such a good man. At least one of them has grown, he thought.

But then his mother warmed him with her own gesture. Handing the baby in her arms to her husband—who was too shocked to resist—Draco's mother moved toward them and held out a hand for Harry to take.

"Hello again, Mr. Potter," she said graciously.

"Oh. Call me Harry. Please," Harry said as he took Draco's mother's hand and brought it up to his lips.

"Thank you...Harry," said Narcissa, "but only if you'll do the same. Let's not be so formal. It's ever so boring."

Harry's brows shot up, but didn't remain there long. "Yes, I must say I agree, Narcissa," he replied.

"Would someone please tell me what in Salazar's name is going on here?!" Lucius growled suddenly. "What is Potter doing here?!"

"Well, Father," Draco said as he took his now startled daughter from his father and passed her off to Harry—who immediately relinquished her to Narcissa again, "It's really quite simple. Harry was the not-so-Muggle police officer who showed up on my doorstep the night someone in the building called the police on me...for disturbing the peace...two months ago, and his magic impregnated me. When I told him about my condition, he said he wasn't leaving and..." Draco shrugged. "We've decided to work things out."

"Work things out?" his father repeated. "Are you implying that you're in a relationship with him?"

Draco glanced at Harry, then back at his father. "Sorry. I don't mean to imply anything, Father. I'll be more clear. What I mean to say...exactly, is that, yes, I'm in a relationship with Harry. And it's a good one. I..." Draco paused. "The kids...they adore him, so...get over it! Now, if you don't mind, your granddaughter is hungry and, as bleeding exhausted as I am, I need to tend to her needs, not yours!"

Draco turned then and started to prepare Aria's bottle, but Harry stopped him with a gentle touch. "You've done too much today. Please go sit down."

Tears filling his gray eyes—turning them almost silver—Draco nodded. "I'll just go freshen up," he said, then left the room.

Harry quickly took over, fixing Aria's bottle without saying a word to Lucius Malfoy, but when it was ready he fixed his eyes on the older man and glared.

"Draco doesn't need this right now, Mr. Malfoy. We both know that you don't like me and, you know what, I don't much care for you either," he said. "I think you're an arrogant bastard who's done a lot of awfully horrible things, hurting loads of people in the process...including Draco. You seem to think that you can use your money to buy your way out of trouble and I don't like it. It's wrong! But I'm willing to overlook a lot...for Draco's sake. For Draco, I'd do almost anything...even get along with you. Now, I would like to see you extend the same courtesy I'm showing you and, if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all. Are you capable of this?"

"Of course, he is," Narcissa answered for her husband. "Isn't that correct, dear?"

His eyes narrowing and his lips thinning, Lucius Malfoy scowled. Harry couldn't help but think the older man's face looked as if he were chewing on something sour—much the same as he'd seen Narcissa's face in the past, though not anymore. But then Malfoy patriarch glanced at his wife and Harry couldn't miss the meaningful look the blonde woman gave her husband. After a moment of obvious inner struggle, Lucius Malfoy gave a clipped nod. "I will certainly make every attempt, Mr. Potter...for Draco."

Sighing his relief, Harry nodded, then looked at Narcissa. "I'm going to go check on Draco. You are both welcome to come up to the lounge."

~ o ~

After a very long late afternoon and evening with Draco's parents, then time spent with the children—playing with them, then getting them ready for and settled into their beds—the two men retired to Draco's bedroom. They hadn't talked about sex since Draco had tried to coax Harry into it a month ago, but they had messed around a few times. No actual penetration had occurred, but they weren't strangers to each others' bodies by any means.

Still, while the blond went through his nightly routine in the loo, Harry nervously undressed, stopping when he got to his pants, because he suddenly realized that he didn't have any sleeping attire at Draco's.

"You're not going to need them, Potter," came Draco's voice, "so stop stressing over it."

Frowning, Harry glanced back to where he expected the blond to be, but didn't see him. "How do you know what I'm thinking?"

Draco poked his head through the open bathroom door and grinned. "Because I know you, Potter. And I know you're panicking over this. You are welcome to rummage through my drawers and pilfer something to put on, if you'd like, but I'll warn you right now...I'm as randy as all get out and I'm going to rip them off of you as soon as I can."

Harry blushed crimson, then said, "Don't you think you should, you know...get some rest?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "I'll rest when I'm dead, Potter."

Harry frowned. "It's really been a long day, Draco, I'm not sure it's such a—"

"Potter!" he interrupted. "Do you have a headache or something?"

"Um. No. Why?"

"Because I'm starting to think you're not actually male."

"W-what do you mean?"

"Men don't turn down sex," the blond said. "I'm horny as fuck and you don't seem to want to do it. It's like you're a girl or something." Then he paused and frowned. "Or...maybe you just don't want to do me."

"Oh, Draco," Harry burst as he immediately rushed across the room and wrapped his arms around the other man. "It's not that at all, I promise. I've just been...I don't know...worried, I guess. I'm worried about how quickly things are moving for us and...I've never been one to rush into things."

Draco snorted. "You are so full of shite! I've seen you rush into plenty of things. You do remember that I knew you during our Hogwarts days, right?"

"I meant sex," the dark-haired man whispered. "I've never been in the habit of just jumping into bed with people, Draco."

"I'm not people, Potter," Draco argued. "I'm the man who's having your child. And I want you in bed. Now!" he said sternly, poking a slender finger in the direction of his bed.

This made Harry laugh. "Yes sir!" he said, giving a mock salute, then taking Draco's hand and leading him to the bed. Once there Harry turned and kissed the blond soundly—and Draco fervently kissed back.

"Are we really going to do this?" Draco asked, shivering from the intensity of their kisses.

"Merlin yes!" Harry said as he kissed and nibbled his way down Draco's neck, then back up, his hands roaming the man's smooth fair skin. When his fingers reached the waistband of the blond's underwear, he hooked his thumbs inside and pulled them down—causing Draco to sigh as he was freed.

But, unsure what was expected or what Draco could take in his condition, Harry only trailed gentle fingers over him. "What would you like, Draco?" the dark-haired man asked. "I'm not sure what to do."

"I w-want you to t-touch me," Draco stammered, bringing his hand to Harry's and moving it to his own hardness.

And so Harry wrapped a hand around Draco's hard length and stroked him—eliciting several mewing gasps—while bringing their mouths back together.

"Do you want me to suck you?" Harry asked after a long snog.

Draco shook his head. "Not unless you want this to be over before you get your cock in my arse," he said, now making an attempt to stop Harry's strokes. "I want to feel you inside me. Please."

Harry didn't need to be told again. He immediately halted his ministrations and pushed the blond back into a sitting position on the bed, then maneuvered him so that he was lying flat on his back. Looking Draco's body over carefully, Harry eyes zeroed in on the blond's belly. At just four months pregnant, Draco was only just beginning to show—though most wouldn't even notice at this point—but knowing that his child was within the other man's body totally did something to Harry. He was amazed...amazed that his baby was in there and thrilled that Draco was sharing this with him. Reaching out, Harry caressed the blond's nearly-flat stomach, then brought his shining eyes to Draco's.

Leaning down, Harry kissed Draco's stomach, then went lower and took him deeply into his mouth.

"If you don't stop, Potter, I'm going to blow!"

Laughing around the blond's pulsing cock, Harry took a few more pulls—causing Draco to groan loudly—then allowed it to slip from his mouth, so that he could whisper, "Lubricus." As he spoke, he watched Draco shudder, his eyes rolling back into his head.

"Hurry!" Draco urgently hissed, as if he couldn't wait, even one more second, to have their bodies joined.

"I'm trying," Harry said as he fumbled to position himself between Draco's spread legs. And then he was there and ready and pushing...hard. And Draco was pushing equally as hard, trying to impale himself on Harry's rigid member, and gasping with each push. And when Harry's body was flush with Draco's, his cock fully seated, they both froze and stared into each other's eyes.

"You all right?" asked Harry, unsure and worried.

Draco nodded. "It's been a while, Potter. Give me just a minute," he said. "But...yes."

Harry smiled and nodded. He could definitely do that. "Call me Harry."

Draco smirked and it looked like he might just use Harry's surname again, because he knew it would drive the dark-haired man mad, but then his smirk melted into a smile. "All right, Harry, but...won't you please fuck the shit out of me?" he asked.

Laughing, Harry gently rocked his hips a few times, then pushed hard. "That I can do," he said, then proceeded to drive into the man under him.

"Is this what you want?" Harry asked after some time.

Gasping, Draco nodded—then moaned when Harry's cocked brushed his prostate. A second pass at the gland produced a shivering within his body, a third had his balls tightening, a fourth caused him to shudder violently, and a fifth had him coming apart, spilling his seed over himself and, in turn, Harry.

And Harry was right there with him, depositing his essence inside Draco's body—the way it should have happened in the first place.

¹. I got Ciao Trattoria (and the information about it) from someone else's site. I'm hoping that link appears so that I've given proper credit...again, I did not create it. Here is the site: http (colon)(slash)(slash) mischief (dash) modERATOR. insane journal. comMENT (slash) 5105. ht ml [add what you see in parentheses, remove all capital letters completely, and remove all spaces]

ETA (5/18/13): Oops! Damn it! I messed up on dates...will have to edit. *sigh*
ETA (5/18/13): Link in note didn't appear. Grr!

ETA (5/19/13): Fixed timeline issue. Draco appears to be FOUR months PG, not six (had to edit out "bump"). Sorry for the mistake, everyone!
ETA (5/19/13): Tried to add link...FAILED!

ETA (5/22/2013): Attempting to add link AGAIN! Ooo...appears to be a success!