In a melancholy mood lately. Idk. Revive my spirits stupid website if you can...
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It had just stopped raining and they were outside, sitting on a few rocks, reading pages from a textbook which had been assigned to them for homework. The only time they could get fresh air without a fan club of Harry's following them around was right after or right before it had rained or when a day had been just miserable.
Ron was sprawled out against the rocks on a patch where there was some sun, squinting at his book, Hermione was laying on her stomach, reading with a smile as she throughly enjoyed learning, and Harry was sitting against one of the rocks, resting the book against his knees.
Harry shut his book, watching Ron and Hermione for a moment before he said a thing. When he thought things were most peaceful, Harry took a deep breath. "I have a boyfriend," he said.
Ron tripped even though he was lying down, falling on the dirt, and Hermione just looked up at Harry, jaw dropping. "Another one?" Ron asked.
"The same one," Harry told him, "we're back together."
"Wait!" Hermione shouted, sitting up, dropping her book in her shock. "Another one? You've had one before!"
"The same one." Harry said.
"A... a boyfriend?" Hermione stared.
Ron frowned at her. "Why a 'boyfriend', what's so weird about that?"
Hermione calmed down slightly. "Well, nothing I guess, not here anyways." She frowned at Harry, "I just never took you for... someone who likes boys."
"Boy, singular." Harry said, "It's just him."
"Well..." Hermione's brow furrowed, "Who is he?"
"That's third," Harry told them, "I can't say that yet."
"Why not? Hermione already knows your dating a bloke." Ron frowned.
"I... I'm introducing it to you by degrees," Harry confessed, "It was his idea. Sort of like... I go from the easiest to say and let you mull over it and then eventually the whole story comes out and you don't... faint or go crazy or something."
Hermione placed her hands on her hips indignantly. "Are you insulting our intelligence? Harry, we're your friends we'll understand."
Harry stared at the two of them for a moment, thinking slowly. "I'm going to do it this way," Harry decided, burying his head in the textbook.
"Fine, tell us your next degree tomorrow." Hermione demanded.
Harry shook his head, lifting the textbook up so it hid his face which was burning red with embarrassment.
"Harry, then when are you going to do this? We've been friends for years, you can't just shut us out like this because your afraid of what we'll say. We stuck through first year together, remember, and then even last year when your scar kept hurting and everyone thought you were crazy and you saw those attacks from inside your head and-"
Ron cut her off with a loud, "Hey!" Turning to Harry, he offered, "You'll tell us the next degree on the fifteenth of October?"
That was four days away. "Sure," Harry said.
1
Four days went by far too quickly for Harry's liking, the only part which felt like a day being the times without Draco, but with Draco an hour took as long as a minute especially when they were snogging. Harry wondered if he would ever be free of cold showers.
"So," Hermione said, slamming her bag down on Harry's bed. Ron was on his own bed in the dorm, lying on his stomach and reading the Daily Prophet's obituaries, which left him in a sour disposition. Hermione scanned the room, seeing only one other person who didn't belong to the Golden Trio. "Seamus," she demanded, "Leave."
Seamus gave her a mock salute and did as she asked. When the door had slammed shut, Hermione spelled Harry's Potions textbook away. Harry had gotten into the habit of reading the Half-Blood Prince's notes in his spare time to avoid thinking of Draco and accidentally becoming aroused. He was at two showers a day, and he did not want to bring it up to more.
"So," Hermione said, "It's the fifteenth of October."
Ron gratefully put down the obituaries. He walked over to the other side of the room and sat down on Harry's bed along with Hermione, both looking at Harry expectantly.
Harry had to look at the wall in order to say it. "The next thing is... well... I... I love him."
Ron seemed very disappointed, having expected something better than that. Hermione, on the other hand, threw her arms around Harry in a bone-crushing hug. "That's so sweet!" Hermione cried, "That was one of your degrees? Oh, Harry!"
"I... can't breathe..." Harry choked.
Hermione let go of him. "Harry, that's the absolute most... sweetest thing I've ever heard you say!"
"So, you're not weirded out about the boyfriend anymore?" Harry asked her.
"No, not at all, I mean, this is a whole different culture, and I am a witch and even one of the girls in my room has two mothers." Hermione grinned.
"Really?" Ron said, "I've heard that they're the best snoggers!" He said this with a rather whimsical look on his face before he saw Harry and Hermione staring at him incredulously. "What? Charlie told me that, he dated one, his only other girlfriend before Fleur."
Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron. She thought of something and she turned to Harry. "Do you two ever... you know... snog?"
Harry chuckled, leaning back against his pillows and nodding.
"Is he better than Chang?" Ron pressed.
"Much better than Chang, a hundred thousand times better than Chang," Harry sighed.
Hermione blushed a bit, but she asked, "Do you snog a lot?"
Harry nodded.
Ron grinned, "Lots of cold showers then, right?" Harry just grimaced.
Hermione stared at Ron in confusion. "Why cold showers?" She asked.
Ron turned red. "Well... well..." he stammered, "Guys sorta... have to... when... when we..." He made a very awkward motion and then it was Hermione's turn to turn red.
"Oh," was all she said.
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Harry met Draco after classes a day later, sneaking into an empty classroom to tell Draco how Ron and Hermione had reacted to 'baby step two'. He told Draco everything, even Hermione's reaction to what Ron had said, and when Draco had stopped laughing Harry tried to tell him something but Draco had wrapped his arms around Harry in a heated kiss and Harry'd forgotten what he was saying.
Harry loved to touch Draco's stomach, feeling the bulge through the fabric. Even as his lips connected with Draco, Draco's fingers tangled in Harry's hair, he loved to hold Draco, to feel the child inside him and to realize with wonder again and again that he had a child.
Harry sat back on the abandoned teacher's desk, pulling Draco on top of him so that Draco straddled him with his hips, their groins rubbing against each other in that perfect way Harry knew he would regret later when he wobbled back to the Gryffindor dormitories. Harry leaned back, sucking on Draco's lower lip, forcing him to come nearer, get closer, until he could feel Draco's warmth all over him.
Brashly Draco grabbed Harry's hair, pulling Harry toward him in a bruising kiss. Harry moaned, lifting his hips up slightly so that his hardening length could feel Draco's against it. His whole body ached as he kissed Draco, passionately, bodies entwined together.
Draco's lips left Harry's, kissing his cheek, adorning Harry's face with light touches even as Harry tried to capture their lips together again. Draco kissed Harry's neck, face pressed against his. Harry reached up to pull Draco to his lips once more but Draco moved his hips, creating friction between their throbbing groins.
"How long's it been since we've had sex?" Draco sighed, hot breath against Harry's ear. "Four... no, five months?" He kissed Harry again, pressing himself against Harry's length again to make him moan in pleasure. "Too long."
Harry whole-heartedly, with all his being, agreed. He could feel blood rushing through him as he thought about it and words had long since left so he could only nod and groan in agreement.
Draco smiled, kissing Harry again. As their lips moved against each other with fervent passion Draco's fingers went to Harry's shoulders, sliding off his robes. Cool fingers touched Harry's shirt, maroon for Gryffindor, and slid underneath to Harry's hot skin, arousing him even more. He lifted Harry's shirt, prepared to rip it off of him, giving him another, burning kiss.
"You, students! Out of this classroom!"
Draco jumped off of Harry, standing up, gaze widening as he saw who it was.
Harry was slower, sitting up with another moan as he realized how stiff his back had been on the desk.
Filch, hunched over, glared at them with fury as his cat, Mrs. Norris, circled his feet. "School is not a place for this! You mangy, hormonal boys!"
Harry's jaw just dropped and he was completely at a blank for what to do.
"I'll report you for detention so instead of throwing yourselves at each other you can clean Hagrid's Blast-Ended Skrewt cages and I'll boil your hides!" He grinned at the thought, yellowish teeth sticking out, the same shade as on his cat. "What a day it is in Hogwarts when a Slytherin and a Gryffindor are-"
"Obliviate!" Draco shouted, keeping a far cooler head than Harry. He said it again for good measure, his wand pointed at Mrs. Norris. Filch, blinking rapidly, backed up and Draco knew he only had a few seconds. He jumped to his back, throwing it over his shoulder and grabbing the Invisibility Cloak, throwing it over him and Harry.
Filch, regaining some concept of self, stared into the room, ugly wrinkles marking his face as he tried, vainly, to remember why he'd entered in the first place. There was a long, uncomfortable pause while Harry prayed Filch wouldn't notice the large, missing, chunk of the teacher's desk which was under the Invisibility Cloak.
Thankfully, Filch didn't, because Mrs. Norris, from the shock of the Memory-Erasing Charm, stumbled where she was and fell with a coughing meow onto Filch's shoe. With apologies and sticky-sweet promises of cat nip, Filch picked her up and, crooning, left the room at an awkward jog.
Only when they were certain Filch was gone did Harry and Draco breathe a sigh of relief. For Harry it only reminded him of how hard he had gotten and how much he throbbed to hold onto Draco.
Alone, Harry pulled Draco toward him, trying to kiss him but Draco turned his head and Harry's lips connected with Draco's cheek. "What's wrong?" Harry asked, quizzically. "We were... we were going to-"
"You have Quidditch practice in an hour," Draco told him, frowning at a clock on the wall. "Harry, you have to get to your team."
"So, I'm the captain, I'll cancel it," Harry said, hot breath connecting with Draco's ear. "C'mon," he mumbled desperately, feeling Draco lean away from his touch.
"I'd truly love to, Harry, but I'm not letting you dodge all your responsibilities," Draco informed him. His face contorted as if with pain as he pushed himself out of Harry's grasp. He picked up the Invisibility Cloak from where it had fallen on the floor, placing it back in his bag. "Besides, I like to watch you fly."
"You're my responsibility," Harry entreated, "not bloody Quidditch."
"Now that is not you speaking Harry," Draco told him, "that is the little part of your mind with no self control."
"Please," Harry pleaded, dropping to his knees for good measure.
"No," Draco told him.
"Please," Harry repeated.
"No, now stand up." Harry didn't so Draco grabbed Harry's shoulders, forcing him to stand. Harry stared at Draco sadly, not realizing the effect his brilliant green eyes were having to wearing Draco down. "No," Draco somehow managed to say. "I'm still pregnant and I'm already showing and getting rather fat-"
"I don't think you're fat," Harry said, wrapping his arms around Draco in a warm embrace.
"Besides, you haven't told Weasley and Granger yet, and I don't want the Dark Lord sensing something."
"So... never?" Harry asked in horror.
"Not never," Draco told him, "Just not yet, I'm sorry."
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Harry came out of the shower shivering. He would have buried himself in his covers if he didn't have Quidditch in fifteen minutes, so Harry rummaged through his things, throwing the clothes he needed on the bed with trembling hands.
"Wow, your boyfriend is cruel," Ron commented. He was on the other side of the room, slipping on his guards for practice.
"You have no idea," Harry said as his teeth chattered, pulling on his green shirt.
"Do you ever wank instead?" Ron asked him.
Harry's hands froze over his arm guards. He'd never even thought of that before. He'd never wanked, he was probably the only Gryffindor his age to have had sex but he'd never wanked before.
Harry was reassured of his naivety when he tried that night, dropping his hand under his trousers, touching his member. He couldn't work up any emotion, despite how it felt, Harry knew it was much more pleasurable to simply kiss Draco and he abandoned it quickly, resigning to another cold shower in the morning.
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The four days had past until finally the dreaded day had arrived. Not knowing what to say, Harry avoided Ron and Hermione until long after classes.
They cornered him in the library. Before he told them, he made them leave because he didn't want the librarian screaming at them for shouting. Harry knew, beyond a doubt, that there would be shouting.
The west tower was rarely ever populated with people and it was only a few hallways and one staircase which may or may not be there away from the library, so Harry took them down there.
Seeing a bench, Hermione stopped them, sitting Harry down on it and plopping down beside him. Ron sat on Harry's other side and they both stared expectantly at him. "The third one," Hermione reminded Harry, "You're going to tell us who he is."
"Right." Harry said, steeling himself. He stared for a long moment at the tapestry on the other wall. It was of a man being torn apart by centaurs and it did not help Harry's mood.
"Any day now, Harry," Ron pressed.
"Right," Harry repeated, closing his eyes. He clutched the sides of his robes, his knuckles turning white.
"It's not... it's not really bad, is it? It's not like... like Grueston, right?" Hermione asked.
Harry shook his head, trying not to imagine whatever Hermione had been thinking. He took few deep breaths, repeating what he was going to say in his mind. When he spoke he abandoned the entire paragraph he'd memorized for this and only said two words, "Draco Malfoy."
Hermione froze, and Ron laughed nervously. "As in... absolutely, completely, most assuredly, beyond a single doubt not Malfoy, right?" Ron tried.
"No... I... he's not as bad as you think." Harry said.
"No!" Ron shouted, "He is as bad as we think! You've been snogging MALFOY!" Ron jumped to his feet, "Harry! For YEARS he's HATED us! We've been enemies since the beginning of school! You can't just switch and DECIDE TO BLOODY SNOG!"
"Ron, I... I really do, I love Draco." Harry told him.
"What? No, no you don't!"
Harry glared at him, "Yes, I do!"
"No! No! I know you, Harry, you're my best friend, and you are not in love with MALFOY!" Ron shouted, chest heaving.
"I agree with Ron," Hermione said.
Harry stared at them, the bitter feeling betrayal clawing at his insides. "Ron, Hermione, please," Harry begged.
"Harry, I..." Hermione said softly, "I think Malfoy's a Death Eater. I... I watched him a lot at the beginning of the year, before you gave up on the Invisibility Cloak and although... now I know why you gave it to him... Harry I am... I am certain Malfoy is a Death Eater."
"I know," Harry told them, "I was going to... that was the fourth degree. He told me."
Ron's eyes widened. "Of course," he said, "It makes perfect sense, his parents are both Death Eaters, no one else but Crabbe and Goyle can say that and I wouldn't trust them with a hairpin. You-Know-Who must have planted Malfoy here! Malfoy told you to gain your trust!" Ron grabbed Harry's shoulders, shaking him, "Harry! Malfoy's working for You-Know-Who, this is probably just some big sceme to-"
"Draco's pregnant," Harry interrupted.
Ron's arms dropped and he stepped back, speechless. Stumbling, he fell onto the floor, staring at Harry in horror.
"What?" Hermione shouted.
"He's... er," Harry stared down at the floor, "we're five months into it, he's showing a bit."
Ron completely froze as if he were petrified.
"Harry... but then, last year you would have had to..." Hermione trailed off.
Harry only nodded. "And then I thought what you were thinking, that Voldemort had planted Draco for me, but, I was wrong, I was very, very wrong." Harry's face became shrouded in shadow. "After Sirius died I... I wasn't thinking straight and I didn't know about the child so... so I shouted at him. I told Draco I never wanted to see him again, I... I'd promised him that I would take him home with me to the Dursley's so he wouldn't have to go home with his memories; Draco was certain Voldemort would kill him. And then I left him. I did it, I didn't take him home with me, I left Draco and then Voldemort found him. He knew right away that Draco was pregnant and he tortured him. It's my fault, I did it to him and now Draco's a Death Eater, I made him that you can't blame him. Draco was only trying to save Adam's life."
Hermione, in an incredible gesture of kindness, placed her gently hand on Harry's shoulder. "Adam?" She asked.
"Uh... the baby," Harry told her, "it's a boy."
Hermione smiled. "Congratulations."
Harry grinned at her, animatedly, he said, "You should see Draco's stomach, it's only been five months but he's already huge, although don't tell Draco I said that because he's already paranoid that he's getting fat." Harry continued, trying to smile, "Yesterday, we were studying for the Transfigurations test and I had my hand on Draco's stomach and I swear I felt something."
Hermione nodded at Harry. "This is going to take some getting used to but... if you're sure Harry then, then I'm willing to do it." She shifted in her seat, "So, Adam... what?"
"Adam Scorpius Potter," Harry told her excitedly. "We're going to be Potters, Draco agreed. Harry and Draco Potter!"
"Draco Potter..." Ron repeated weakly.
"I... er..." Harry didn't know if this was a good time to bring it up but he said it anyway, "I kinda wanted one of you to be the god parent..."
"I'll do it," Hermione accepted, a grin actually sliding to her face. "I've... I've really always wanted to be a godmother," she said, "And Malfoy's okay with that?"
"Well, who would Malfoy choose?" Harry said sadly, "I don't think there's anyone in his family not a Death Eater... except his aunt, Andromeda Tonks."
Ron finally caught onto something he could use to pull himself out of the shock. "Malfoy's related to Tonks?"
"He's a Black on his mother's side," Harry reminded them. His grin faded as he thought about it, "His mother was a Black before she married."
Ron stared at Harry, "You realize this means that Lucius Malfoy is going to be your child's grandfather."
"Yes," Harry nodded, "I know."
"And that the woman the portrait is of in Grimmauld's Place, that's your child's great great aunt." Ron told him.
Harry's brow furrowed as he realized that. "Yes."
"Ron, is this really necessary?" Hermione asked him with a frown.
Ron nodded. "One more," he said, "Harry, Bellatrix Lestrange is Malfoy's aunt."
"No she's not," Harry said quickly, without thinking.
"Yes," Ron told him, "She is. She is Narcissa Malfoy's sister and Andromeda Tonk's sister, and Tonk's aunt too. Bellatrix Lestrange killed Sirius and she tortured Neville's parents, remember? And this person is Draco Malfoy's aunt."
Harry had to tell them, and he did. "Bellatrix Lestrange isn't Draco's aunt," he told them. Before Ron could protest Harry continued, "She's his mother."
Ron's jaw dropped and again he was rendered speechless. Hermione was the one who asked, "What?"
"Lucius Malfoy had an affair with Bellatrix Lestrange, a year and a few months before the end of the war. Draco never... never even spoke to his mother until this summer, Death Eaters aren't allowed to communicate with the outside." Harry frowned, thinking, "Bellatrix wasn't half as crazy as she was when she went in Azkaban then when she came out. For over fifteen years she never got to see her son, never got to hear anything from him or even about him, she was in Azkaban only with her worst memories and she never saw her son's face."
"That's... that's terrible," Hermione realized.
"They didn't recognize each other when they met," Harry told her. "I know she killed Sirius but she's... she's Draco's mother and I... I..."
"Can't help but feel sorry for her," Ron finished.
Harry nodded. "I can't imagine never even being able to hold Adam."
"That's why you kept it a secret," Hermione realized. "If anyone knew about the two of you then Malfoy would be under the public eye just as much as you were and someone would find out he was a Death Eater. Malfoy'd be sent to Azkaban."
"We can't tell anyone, except for... well, Voldemort and Bellatrix Lestrange, no one knows that Draco's pregnant." Harry warned, "I... I don't know what I'd do if..."
"Oh, Harry," Hermione wrapped her arms around him, hugging him.
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