Double landmark here: one, we are exactly halfway through the story now. Very sad, I know. And two, once again, slashy content between our two boys in this chapter as a treat for all you wonderful slash fanatics because there will be a lot of angst later. ;)

Chapter Ten – Just Make A Choice

Rough cry after cry poured from between his lips, as Draco pounded into him, harder and deeper than ever before. The blonds hands tangled in his hair, pulling his head back sharply and baring his neck and he fastened his lips to it, sucking fiercely. Harry cried out, moving his hips faster, meeting the blond and increasing the pace.

"More" he moaned into the blonds ear. He hooked his legs tight around the blonds waist, pushing him in deeper if that was even possible. Draco began to grunt with every thrust. "I need more, Draco"

"Harry?"

Nails digging deep into Harry's hip, Draco pressed his hand against him in the most intimate of places, and Harry keened as he thrust against his prostate repeatedly.

"Draco, I-"

"Harry?"

Harry jumped as he was jolted out of his lovely little erotic daydream by a grinning Hermione Granger-Weasley. He then realised that he was in his office at work. Then he realised he was daydreaming about Draco Malfoy fucking him senseless in his office at work! This definitely came up second in most embarrassing things to do at the office. Number two to getting pregnant on top of his desk by said person he was just daydreaming about, which was a definite number one; a crowning achievement.

"You were drooling" Hermione giggled, her cheeks tinted pink with embarrassment. "What were you daydreaming about?"

"What the hell are you doing here?" Harry cut in, deciding not to answer her question and wiped his chin with his sleeve. Hopefully, the conversation would fix the problem his dreaming had caused in his trousers.

"I need to get that report from you? About the case where the suspect used Hinkypunks? You know, for my job? I fight for the rights of magical creatures" she explained, slowly as he continued to stare at her with a confused look.

"Oh, yeah. Its...somewhere" he said, waving to the large piles of parchment on his desk. "I'm trying to do as much of my work as possible before I start my paternity leave" he added at the question Hermione's raised eyebrows posed. "Less for Ron and the others to do while I'm gone"

"You're pregnant, Harry. Take it easy. Dump it on Ron or even Mike if you have to"

"And let Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee muck it up and wreak havoc in my office? No thanks" he scoffed. Hermione rolled her eyes and began to search through the piles, looking for the one she need.

"I'll be out of your way soon, and let you...drool some more"

Harry sighed, rubbing his brow and decided not to dignify that with a response. He really needed to get a control over his hormones before they took over. His resistance was really beginning to wear thin. Please, he saw Draco walking out of the bathroom in just a towel and it took all of his self control not to jump at the blond and have sex with him right there on the floor.

"'Mione?" he asked the brunette as she sorted through the parchments on his desk, looking for the one she needed. She hummed, waiting for him to continue. "Around the fifth month of pregnancy, did you get umm...a little...?"

"Horny?" she answered as Harry trailed off, regretting wanting Hermione to talk to him about sex. I mean, Hermione! She was really tight-lipped about that kind of stuff and threatened Ron if he even so much as mentioned that they even had sex.

Harry's cheeks burned as Hermione of all people said the word with a smirk on her face. "I was going for erotically charged, but, yeah, horny. That works for me too"

"Ok, but yeah I did" she said with a nod, not even looking embarrassed. "Everyone does, it's perfectly normal. It got to the point where Ron and I were doing it every day, more than twice sometimes" she said, excited, perching on the edge of Harry's desk, as his mouth merely opened and closed in shock at the fact she seemed happy to talk about her sex life with him. "Until I hit the sixth, seventh month then I was too exhausted to do anything remotely sexual". Ok, now she actually looked disappointed at the mere thought.

"Ok...way more information than I wanted" Harry muttered, shaking his head to get rid of the image of a very pregnant Hermione and Ron having sex. It was so totally wrong! "So this is normal?"

"Yeah, perfectly normal. Aren't you and Draco..?" she trailed off, waggling her eyebrows suggestively, making Harry wonder who the hell this person sitting in front of him was, because it definitely wasn't Hermione Granger-Weasley, that was for sure.

"No. Hermione, I'm getting desperate here. I will mount him against the wall soon. Whether he wants to or not, I'm getting mine. I'm ten wanks from fussy now" he snapped.

Hermione giggled. "You could say that it is making you uncomfortable which in turn makes the baby uncomfortable. I'm sure he would have sex with you if he thought the baby was suffering" she said after some thought, shrugging.

"So you're saying I should blackmail him into having sex with me?"

"Yeah"

"...interesting"

(~~)

Not surprisingly, it didn't go down like that.

"I wanna have sex"

This lovely little statement was blurted out halfway through Draco's explanation of what he had been doing at work the past few weeks. The blond's eyebrows rose at the same time his mouth dropped wide open which made Harry chuckle a little inside.

"I'm...sorry?" he asked.

"I. Want. To. Have. Sex. With you"

Draco's mouth opened and closed a few more times, before he seemed to find his voice. "Are you serious?"

"What? you've been making innuendos about having sex for weeks. So...let's have sex" Harry said, nonchalantly with a shrug.

"Yeah...they were innuendos, jokes because you act like a prude. I mean, can you even have sex when you're pregnant?" Draco asked.

"Obviously not in the last few months 'cause you're so big you can't actually get out of bed without help" Harry explained. "Anyway, come on. It's just sex, I'm asking you for. Not something horrible or uncomfortable. Come on, you would be doing me a service and you'd be getting more orgasms. I thought you would be jumping for joy about it"

"Won't it hurt the baby?"

"No!" Harry cried. "I wouldn't be suggesting it if it had the slightest changed of hurting the baby". Draco still looked uncertain, though the prospect of sex with Harry did seem to be looking better by the second. The brunet was basically offering himself to Draco on a plate, and Draco had very little resistance when it came to sex.

Still seeing the blonds uncertainty, Harry decided to kick it up a notch. "I guess I'll go find someone else to-"

Harry was cut off as another mouth slammed against his. He moaned, his hands immediately moving to tangle in blond locks, smirking inwardly; he knew that would work. Draco pulled them both to stand up and pulled Harry close against him, still managing to keep the kiss going. Which was good for Harry anyway. He was sure the two of them were fused together now. Not like he was complaining though.

"Like I would let you give my son brain damage from a particularly hard fuck" Draco panted against his mouth as he pulled at Harry's shirt. Harry gave a snicker, pulling the blond back for another kiss. Of course it was the baby that he was worried about.

They stumbled around the room, Draco trying to open the door to his bedroom, which was hard when he had Harry Potter moaning and dry humping him through his clothes.

Eventually he managed to find that bloody door handle and he just kept his footing. He pulled Harry's shirt off and threw it somewhere, Harry doing the same to his shirt.

"Fuck, Potter" he hissed as the brunet ducked and starting laving at his nipple. The brunet moaned and Draco groaned as it reverberated through his chest. He pulled Potter back up, grinding his hips against his and pushed him down onto his unmade bed.

Draco scrabbled at Harry's belt with one hand while the other tangled in the brunets hair. God, he never noticed how soft it had been before and he felt his dick twitch as Harry cried out at a particularly vicious tug.

God, he knew pregnancy hormones must have some perks. He could totally live with a horny Potter.

Draco threw the brunets trousers and underwear to some corner of the room, followed by his own, and was just about to reach for him again before he was stopped by Harry wrapping his arms around his stomach and shifting slightly away from him.

"Umm, yeah. Since the baby, I got...kind of fat" Harry muttered, his cheeks tinting pink. Draco frowned, moving his hands away with some resistance and running a finger over the growing bump.

Well, ok, yeah. Maybe Harry had gotten a little fat around the stomach and bit on his hips, he wasn't as lean and muscular as he was. But seeing as he was only just in his fifth month, Draco thought he was perfectly fine. Still as sexy as he was before. Some people practically looked ready to pop at that stage. Harry had merely gotten a slightly rounded stomach and wider hips to accompany his growing child.

"Not fat" Draco mused, looking into the brunets eyes who looked slightly relieved at the statement. "Saying you're fat means that you're saying my son is fat. Malfoy's don't get fat. We are perfectly proportional" he added, and Harry rolled his eyes.

"Are we seriously still fighting when we're naked on your bed about to have sex? Seriously?" Harry cried, his look incredulous.

Draco chuckled and caught the brunets lips into another rough kiss. "Can't break tradition now, can we Potter? Angry sex is what got us into this situation". Harry gave in with a moan under the blonds talented tongue, not even registering his words anymore, and wrapped a leg around Draco's hip to press them closer together. Draco's eyes rolled with the pleasure Harry was now invoking as he rolled his hips into his own, lost to the pleasure.

Harry gasped, as Draco spread his legs harshly with both hands to lie between them, leaning up on his elbows, so Harry didn't have to take any of his weight on his chest; mindful of the baby. Harry leaned up on his own elbows to reach up and kiss Draco again when the blond did something Harry had been imaging him doing for weeks.

He dropped down and took Harry in his mouth.

Harry threw his head back against the pillows, spreading his legs even wider unconsciously to give Draco better access as he bobbed up and down. He reduced Harry to nothing but whimpers and broken moans within seconds.

"Oh, no" Harry whimpered when he felt that tell tale winding in his stomach much more sooner than he wished. "Draco..." he broke off in a pleading moan as Draco swallowed around him, unintentionally bucking his hips to push him further into that delicious mouth. "Wait" he said, tapping the blonds shoulder. "I-I'm gonna-" he whined, his head throwing from side to side with the pleasure. The blond obviously got his message, but worked harder than ever, humming around him.

The build up of pleasure, the shaking of his thighs, the tiny thrusts into that mouth and the blond moaning around him, broke and Harry came with such a sexy half moan, half scream sound that Draco was sure it would tip him off as well and the brunet whimpered as the blond swallowed everything.

Harry couldn't help but flush as Draco leaned up to smirk at him, licking his lips; he had come so quickly like a bloody inexperienced teenager. There was no way he would live this down now.

"Don't fall asleep now, Harry" Draco purred and Harry felt his dick twitch though it should have been done for at least another five minutes. He moaned as Draco's hand ran down his back to cup his arse. "I'm not finished with you yet"

(~~)

Harry panted as the pleasure finally began to die down. Draco continued to press soft kisses on his neck, gently pulling out of him, Harry resisting the urge to pull him back, whining at the feeling of emptiness. He collapsed on his back, sweat rolling deliciously down his chest.

"First things first" Draco muttered, rolling back to Harry and moving down again. The brief leap of pleasure faded as Draco stopped to face his stomach instead of travelling any further. Harry resisted the urge to pout, pushing his sweaty, tousled hair out of his eyes.

"Now, son" Draco said, directly to the bump. "I want you to Obliviate yourself. With me and Harry here as your parents I'm sure you can do that. You are far too young to be exposed to gay porn at that degree"

Harry laughed, and made to push Draco's head away from his stomach, but before he could, he jolted upwards into a sitting position, Draco doing the same, tearing his hands away. Both of them stared at his stomach in shock.

"Did you feel that?" Draco asked, shocked.

"Yes!"

"Has it ever-?"

"No, no" Harry said, grabbing the blonds hand and placing it at the top of his bump. They sat there for a moment or two, silent except for their heavy breathing until Draco felt something push against his hand.

"Holy shit" he breathed, placing both hands on Harry's bump, almost covering it entirely. "He's kicking. Can you feel it?"

"Yeah, I can feel it, I can feel it!" Harry cried, as the baby kicked against his stomach from the inside. It was the weirdest thing he had ever felt. It was uncomfortable, familiar, perfect and painful all rolled up into one.

"You know what he is trying to tell us, Harry?" Draco asked, smiling while Harry smiled back. "He's saying 'please, don't fuck daddy as hard next time, no matter how much he begs'"

A punch in the face the result of Potter being so embarrassed?

Worth it.

(~~)

To say that it was a shock was an understatement.

To say that it was a disaster was spot on.

Draco Malfoy was in a good mood that day. He and Harry were having sex again, in the morning, sometimes before or after lunch and before they went to bed. They were either spending the night at each other's places almost every night because of it, which ended up with Harry subconsciously snuggling him in his sleep, but it was worth it. Harry was wild before, but pregnant and fuelled by so many hormones, Draco was almost struggling to keep up with his increased sex drive.

But just almost.

Anyway, they had a healthy sex life, the baby was kicking and he made sure he could feel it as much as he could (call him a sap but he thought of it as a bloody miracle) and quite enjoyed the fact he was able to slap away any of the Weasley's or Grangers hands away from Harry's bump whenever he wanted to. He was very proud to say Harry did the same sometimes when he got too annoyed with their pawing at him.

He had left Harry asleep in his bed (after spending ten minutes extracting himself from the sleeping brunets body without waking him or hurting him), made them both breakfast for when Harry woke up and grabbed the Daily Prophet from where it had been sent to him (Owl Post was just too awkward to explain to the neighbours in this Muggle estate). Nothing could prepare him for what he saw.

He knew it would've gotten out eventually. He just wouldn't have thought it would be like this.

HARRY POTTER PREGNANT? BABY FOR BOY HERO?

Words: 2,667

Date: 02/06/10

Until next time, loyal readers. I know, evil cliffhanger. But sexy times and the baby kicking? Can't deny that they are really good things.

Next chapter will take longer to do and will be much longer. I mean, come on two chapters in two days? That's good.