Veela Child, Moon Child

by: Twilight Goddess7

Chapter 13: The Draconian's Will.

It took most of the week that they had as a Honeymoon, for either boy to leave the bed for more than a few minutes, and even longer for them to be mentally capable of separation for long periods of time. Their bond had strengthened immensely, and they had found they were able to speak telepathically to each other.

When they finally managed to separate for long periods of time, Draco continuously gave off a dejected air, and fell into a sulk. Harry was not much better, snapping angrily at anything that happened to annoy him…which was pretty much everything and everyone other than his mate.

For several days after they were forced to return to school, the boys drew much attention through their strange actions. Dumbledore managed to convince most students and teachers that it was the after-effects of the 'illness' that both boys had suffered, but their closest friends knew better. Blaise and Pansy struggled to raise Draco's moods when they could, and Harry's friends wisely kept out of his way.

It was only when Professor Severus Snape called the boys into his office and gave them a sharp lecture, that they finally bucked up and realized that they could not go on acting like this. That was when their mind communication reached its height, seeing as they could hardly bear to be out of each other's sight.

:I dispise Transfiguration.:

:Why: Harry asked, struggling not to look at his mate, who was several rows behind him.

:McGonagall's such a prude. Plus, she favors the Gryffindors.:

:So? Snape favors the Slytherins.:

:Touché: Draco chuckled, pulling out of his thoughts as McGonagall neared him. She sent him a glare (mostly because he had not been trying to turn his shoe-string into a lizard), and then passed by.

:You had best do your assignment.: Harry murmured, turning his shoe-string into a desert lizard and back. Draco muttered something that Harry couldn't hear and then set about transfiguring his object.

Moments later, however, a sudden wave of nausea swept over him, and he clutched at his stomach, groaning softly. Blaise, who was beside him, shot him a worried look.

"Drake, are you alright?" He muttered out of the side of his mouth. Draco shook his head, feeling a wave of uneasiness sweep over him. He did not notice that his mate had abandoned his work and was watching him with worry.

Another wave of queasiness washed over him, and he broke out into a cold sweat. Whimpering, he shot out of his seat and bolted out the door. He made it partway down the hall before he collapsed and emptied the contents of his stomach onto the cold stone floor. He distantly heard Professor McGonagall's worried calls, and his friends' questions.

Then it all faded into blackness, and the last thing he was aware of was a strong, comforting pair of arms cradling him as he drifted away.

"What happened?" Professor Lily Potter asked in alarm. Her entire family had been called to the hospital wing, and were now standing over Draco's still body. He was quite pale, and his breathing was shallow.

"He got sick and then collapsed just outside of Professor McGonagall's room. Young Mr. Potter here carried him all the way up here," Madame Pomfrey said quietly, motioning to Harry. He was sitting next to Draco's bed, gently holding the other boy's hand…or rather, it seemed as if the unconscious Draco refused to let go of his hand. Amaryllis was sitting on the blonde's other side, crying softly as she stroked his other hand.

"What is wrong with him?" James Potter put in, worry lacing his words. Madame Pomfrey shot a look at the Headmaster, who had come just after the boy had been admitted, and he quickly shook his head, indicating that she stay silent.

"It seems as if Mr. Malfoy has had a slight relapse. He should be well by tomorrow," Dumbledore said, moving out of the shadows and leaning over the end of Draco's bed. He sensed that the blonde was starting to awake, and could see the boy's hand slowly edging out of Amaryllis' grasp. The headmaster knew that he wouldn't show he was awake, however, until everyone but his mate and perhaps the nurse, were gone.

"Now, I believe that Mr. Malfoy needs rest. I must ask everyone to leave at this time," he said calmly. Amaryllis opened her mouth to protest violently, but Adrian gently wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"It's better this way, Amy. He needs to rest," he said quietly.

"But we'd be silent…"

"No, Amy," he said firmly, leading her out of the room.

"You are right, I suppose. Come, Harry," Lily said softly, leaning against James for support. Harry looked up from staring at the blonde and frowned.

"He won't let go of my hand," he pretended to protest. Dumbledore made a 'stay' motion with his hand.

"Someone ought to stay with him. I am certain he would prefer you to be here when he wakes up," he said calmly. Lily looked like she was about to protest, but James and Dumbledore quickly led her out before she could say anything.

Harry let out a sigh of relief and turned back to his mate, smiling as grey eyes met his own.

"Are they all gone?" Draco asked weakly. His mate nodded and brushed a strand of blonde hair out of his eyes.

"They are. Dragon, why didn't you tell me you were feeling sick?" Harry asked softly. Draco winced, remembering what had happened earlier.

"It was too sudden. I don't know what happened…"

"You had morning sickness, Mr. Malfoy," Madame Pomfrey informed him, bustling up beside Harry and putting a hand to Draco's forehead. She let out a clucking sound and held out the goblet she had in her other hand. Draco took it, and looked at the silvery contents skeptically.

"It is a stomach settling potion, boy. It will keep you from getting sick from your pregnancy, which, if I may I bring it up, you didn't happen to inform me about," she stated, frowning darkly. Draco winced and drank the potion down, making a face.

"Awful," he sputtered, causing Harry to laugh. The healer looked as though she were hiding a smile herself, when she took the goblet away.

"Now, were you aware that you were pregnant, Mr. Malfoy?" Madame Pomfrey asked when she returned. Draco nodded.

"For how long?"

Draco had the grace to look ashamed.

"Since the day after our Bonding," he whispered. The healer did smile here, and tenderly tucked him back into the bed.

"Yes, Dumbledore told me about that. Congratulations, by the way. But back to business. Male pregnancies are very different from female ones. They are a bit easier, seeing as the male body doesn't have the…equipment to birth the baby the normal way. You will have contractions, but we will have to give you a cesarean section," she said quietly. Draco looked horrified for a moment, obviously thinking about the healers slitting open his perfect stomach. Harry chuckled at the look on his face and turned to Pomfrey.

"Are male pregnancies rare?"

"Well, in the muggle world they are non-existent. Here, however, they happen quite often. It is the magic housed inside a male's body that allows for it. If the couple wants a child bad enough they may take a potion, or in cases such as yours, where there are dominant and submissive parties, a man can become pregnant, like your mate," she informed him. He grinned and then turned back to Draco, who still looked appalled.

"And don't worry, Mr. Malfoy. The cut is made magically, so there is no scaring," she sighed. Draco's face immediately smoothed and he smiled.

"Good. I want a girl," he stated. His audience looked amused at this.

"Oh? And what if we have a boy?" Harry teased. Draco pouted.

"I'll love him just as much…but we'll keep trying until we have a girl," he said assuredly. Harry threw his head back and laughed.

"You, my Dragon, are a jewel," he chuckled, kissing his mate's lips. Draco smiled happily and cuddled into his mate, falling into a peaceful sleep only minutes later.

"He's been too quiet. I know Voldemort's planning something."

Harry looked up from tending to a rare Japanese miniature tree and frowned slightly. It had been about a month since Draco's frightening bout of morning sickness, and they had taken refuge in Harry's garden, hiding from an overzealous Amy and her friends who were trying to find them and get them to try on their clothes for the wedding (which the Potter's had brought with them after their Christmas vacation at the Malfoys).

"Everyone knows that, Adrian," he reminded him. Adrian let out an exasperated sigh.

"I know! But it still stands to reason…he's going to be attacking soon. And since he doesn't know which of us to attack, he is going to wait until we are all together outside of the school. Then he'll strike. Who knows who he will kill in the process?"

The older boy ran an aggravated hand through his copper hair and turned anxious amber eyes towards the sky.

"I don't see why the Wizarding world can't figure out which one of us it is. I mean, one minute with the three of us together, and I already have my suspicions," he muttered.

"Oh?" Harry asked, arching an eyebrow but not looking up. Adrian shot him an annoyed look.

"Yes. The only one of us with enough power to defeat the bastard! It's most certainly not Amy, and not me, though I wouldn't mind getting rid of him. It's you."

Harry made no move to argue the statement, and Adrian sighed. He watched his younger brother carefully trimming the new buds off the tree in certain spots, but allowing them to grow in others. He could see a distinct shape to the tree, but he didn't understand why Harry was so adamant that it retain that shape.

"These trees have powerful magical properties," Harry said quietly, as though hearing his brother's thoughts.

"They can store numerous amounts of raw power in them. It is possible to tap into that power, using it for your own needs, but only if you know how to do it. The shape helps it to retain the maximum amount of power that it is capable of holding."

Adrian listened to this in surprise, his eyes widening. Now he understood why the buds had to be removed on some parts, and left on others.

"Can you use it?" He asked curiously. Harry sighed and ran a loving hand over the plant, before picking up his gardening things and moving back into his rooms.

"I can, but I rarely do. Only when I am weak and I know I will be unable to continue my day without it."

"Which is rare," Draco muttered. He had been curled up in a pile of pillows and cushions just inside the door, supposedly reading a thick potions book. His eyes had been on them, however, throughout the entire conversation. Harry smiled and knelt down beside his mate, pulling him into a hug and gently kissing his forehead, before doing anything else. Draco sighed contentedly and snuggled close, obviously glad to have his mate near once more.

"Honestly. You two act like a pair of love-sick animals," Adrian grumbled good-naturedly. Draco shot him a glare, while Harry completely ignored him. Adrian, knowing that this would be a good time to disappear, quickly left the room.

It was only after he had returned to Gryffindor tower and his own room, that he realized he had never gotten Harry to admit to being the 'Boy who Lived'. Nor had they finished their conversation on Voldemort.

"I don't like it."

Harry looked up from kissing Draco's neck and frowned. They had climbed into bed only moments before, but Harry could tell that something had been troubling his mate for quite some time.

"Like what?"

Draco's face crumpled and he buried it in his mate's throat.

"Voldemort…the Boy who Lived…everything. I don't like it at all. I…I can't loose you, Harry! I can't," he whimpered, his inner conflict finally showing. Harry looked down at him, his eyes widening slightly.

"You won't…"

"But what if Voldemort kills you? What if…" he trailed off as Harry's lips descended onto his. He sighed against the warm mouth and snuggled close, trying to wash away his uneasy feelings.

"I will not allow Voldemort to defeat me, Dragon. I have too much to live for. You, our child, everything. I will not let Voldemort take that away," he murmured, pulling back from his blonde mate. Draco didn't answer, only buried his head in Harry's neck once more.

"Make love to me," he whispered. Harry groaned and quickly set about fulfilling his mate's request.

Ever since the Christmas holidays, Harry had had little communication with his parents, save for seeing them in class.

Not for lack of trying, at least, on his parents side. They did everything in their power to involve him in their everyday lives. Harry, however, wanted nothing to do with this, and did his best to avoid them. Anything from being the last person to their classes and first person to leave, to not going to dinner in order to avoid getting cornered by one of them.

The instincts that he had developed soon after his arrival at Domyoji told him to stay away from them, mostly because he knew they wanted to 'get to know' him. This meaning, they wanted to find out what had made him the way he was, and do their best to squash it out of him. He could tell that his parents were disappointed with his appearance when he had first arrived, and they hadn't gotten used to it, yet. Lily still made comments about cutting his hair, while James continuously invited him to play Quidditch, even though he knew his son would refuse.

Understandably, he was beginning to tire of it.

So it was no surprise to any of his friends, when he showed less-than-happy responses to the letter that had arrived via-owl, only days after his talk with Adrian had occurred.

Dearest Harry,

Your father and I must speak with you as soon as may be, on some very important issues that cannot be ignored anymore.

Please, dear, join us for tea this afternoon. We will explain things to you then!

We love you,

Mother (and father)

Harry read this in slight disgust, and then threw the note into the fire. Draco watched this with slight alarm, and quickly moved to sit in his mate's lap, wrapping his arms around the dark-haired boy's neck.

"You don't have to go," he whispered gently, placing Harry's hand on his stomach. He had found, that when his mate was angry or worried, the knowledge of the presence of their child would immediately calm him. And just as he had suspected, Harry's face softened and he gently ran his hand over his mate's still-flat stomach.

"They won't give me much of a choice. If I don't go, they will come to me," he sighed, pulling Draco close against his chest. The blonde's mouth turned up into a smile.

"True."

The boys sat in silence, while the others in the room watched on, knowing not to interrupt. They had all been studying for the Potions N.E.W.T.S., but their study had been interrupted by the letter.

"I'm going too, Harry," Adrian finally spoke up, his voice soft but firm. Rosalie shot him a startled look, but Harry nodded in understanding. His brother looked over at the girl and smiled gently, placing his hand over hers. Adrian had admitted to liking Rosalie as more than a friend about three weeks before, and she had returned his sentiments. They had openly come out about their relationship to their closest friends, but no others.

"I wish I could go," Draco muttered, a frown marring his handsome face. Harry smiled lightly and ran his fingertips over his mate's stomach, causing the blonde to squirm slightly. He glared up at him, but made no move to get off his lap.

"It is better you stay here," Harry murmured. Draco sighed and snuggled closer, dreading the moment that his mate would leave.

:Don't worry, love. I won't let them get to me.: Harry's voice whispered in his mind.

:I know. I just don't like the thought of you going there. You know what they want to talk about, don't you:

:You mean the wedding that will not be taking place? Yes, I know. As long as Adrian's there, I'm sure my temper won't flare too much.:

:We'd best hope so.: Draco quipped, causing Harry to growl and begin to attack his neck with his lips. For several more minutes, Draco knew nothing but his own whimpers and the pleasure his mate was giving him.

"You know, you should have avoided making out with your husband until after we were gone," Adrian muttered as he and Harry walked towards their parent's rooms. Harry wore a distant look (most likely from his previous encounter with his mate), and made no comment to his brother.

"I think that Kert must have stopped screaming about his eyes and not seeing by now," the red-head chuckled, ignoring the fact that his audience had no interest in what he was saying.

"We're here."

Adrian looked up when Harry finally spoke, his voice laced with the faintest hint of dread. He shot his brother a sympathetic look, before quietly speaking the password and stepping into his parent's living quarters.

"Harry, dear! Adrian!" Lily exclaimed, rushing over and hugging them as they entered the room. Adrian warmly returned her advances, but Harry stood stiffly under her ministrations.

"What took you so long?" Amy asked from her seat beside her father. They were on the comfortable crimson couch in front of the fire, looking through a book.

"Harry had to finish what he was doing," Adrian said cheekily. Harry shot him a glare, while the rest of the family looked interested.

"Oh? That that would be?" James questioned.

"Making out with his lover."

Harry hit his older brother over the head, while Adrian began to laugh. Lily and James were staring at Harry in shock, while Amy's face brightened.

"Oh, Harry! Why didn't you ever tell me you had a girlfriend?" She squealed excitedly. Adrian snorted and worked to keep his laughter from showing. Harry turned his glare on her.

"I don't. Adrian was being a wanker."

"Harrison, language!" Lily choked out, her face returning to it's normal color. Harry winced as she said his full name, but did not apologize.

"What did you want to talk to us about?" Adrian finally asked, after he and Harry had settled down in chairs beside the couch. Lily passed him his tea, and shot her husband a long-suffering look.

"Adrian, you are quite aware of why we called you here. You two have avoided the subject of this wedding for far too long. Your sister's wedding is in two weeks, and you must be prepared!" Lily said, sitting next to her daughter and placing a loving hand on her knee. Amy smiled happily.

"We have your outfits all prepared. And Adrian, you are to be one of Draco's groomsmen. His friend Blaise is to be his best man, but you are the next one in line," she informed them. Adrian balked slightly and rolled his eyes at Harry.

"Harry, you will be an escort. You will take people to their seats. It is a tedious job, but I feel you can do it," Lily said calmly, taking a sip of her tea. Harry worked hard to keep from blurting out that their plans were useless. Draco was already married, and nothing they did would ever change that.

"So I suppose my ensemble is black?" He asked lightly, carefully concealing his wrath.

"What?" James put in, startled. Harry raised an eyebrow.

"From what I have heard, Mister Malfoy wants an all-black wedding. Surely you are not going against his wishes?"

"Oh, gracious, Harrison! You can't honestly believe that we would allow that! A black wedding indeed!" Lily sniffed. Amy's face darkened.

"He does want that…but I can't be married in black. I can't!" She wailed. Harry set down his tea and linked his fingers in a Teepee-shape, brushing his index fingers against his lips in mock-thought.

"Then I must say, you are acting in a very inconsiderate way. The wishes of all wedding participants, or at least the bride and groom, should be taken into consideration and compromised on. If Mr. Malfoy wishes for a black wedding, he should be granted at least a black tuxedo, if not black flowers and decorations. Amy would then be allowed a white wedding dress and white food or some other such thing. You are acting very deceitfully, do you not agree?" He asked, a hard edge to his voice.

Lily and James stared at their son, their eyes wide. Here, where their young son had once sat, now resided a man with more intellect than they had ever imagined possible. Gone was the little five year-old boy who had been overly serious and solemn. Gone was the seventeen year-old rebel who had shocked them with his more-than-surprising appearance and disregard for their attempts to bring him back into the inner circle of their family.

Here sat a boy who was more adult than them, it seemed. His logic was flawless, and his obvious disapproval of their secretive plans stunned them.

"Harry, I'm sure that Draco won't mind…"

"If it was my wedding, I would mind. And I am certain that Adrian would agree with me that it would be the same for him as well. Think about it carefully, Mother. Would you want your wedding planned behind your back?" Harry asked softly, his voice hiding a dangerous note that his older brother was immediately aware of. Lily looked startled.

"Well, no…"

"Then stop there. I will have nothing to do with plans that go behind the groom's back. Besides. Personally, I don't believe that a wedding is appropriate at the moment. What, with Voldemort and his Death Eaters on the loose, who knows what could happen? Do you honestly believe that Voldemort would pass up a chance to destroy the three of us when we are together and at an event that is supposed to be a happy one? Amaryllis' wedding would give him the perfect opportunity to wipe us all out for good."

With this, he stood and walked from the room, leaving his family to gaze after him in a horrified silence.

"He's right. I don't want to risk having my head blown off, just for a wedding," Adrian murmured, rising from his seat and following his brother at a jog. Amy's lips were trembling by now, and her face was pale. Her parents looked absolutely flabbergasted.

"Harry's right, you know."

James' comment was met with sobs from two different women, and for the rest of the afternoon, he was too involved in calming them down, to even think about the wedding.

"I don't believe it."

Harry smirked as his mate rolled over on top of him, and stared down at him in wonder. The bedroom was dim, seeing as the fire had been out for quite some time, and the only light in the room was made by the full moon outside. Draco stared down at Harry's shadowed face, his eyes taking in the beautiful porcelain skin and bright emerald eyes that looked into his lovingly.

"You managed to buy us more time. How did you manage it?" He said, his voice awed.

"I simply told them that Voldemort wouldn't miss a chance to attack us when we were out in public together…especially when he knows that time is supposed to be the happiest moment of our lives. Why waste a chance to ruin that for us?"

Draco chuckled at Harry's dry humor and ran a finger down his bare chest.

"Well, whatever the reason, you got us more time. If Voldemort is defeated soon, as in the next two weeks, the wedding will be at the same time. But if not…well…can you wait at least until next year to defeat him?" Draco asked, only half-joking. Harry's face grew serious.

"No, Dragon. I will defeat him when it is time…no sooner and no later. Though…I don't think I have bought us as much time as you hope, to be honest. If the pains in my scar are correct, Voldemort is planning on a major attack…soon," he murmured. Immediately, Draco's face grew alarmed and his eyes flashed a darker grey.

"You are going to fight him then…aren't you?" He whispered. Harry nodded.

"I am."

"You…you can't! What if I loose you?" Draco choked, his eyes widening with panic. Harry gazed down at him, remembering the time when his mate had been resolved on being the dominant one in their relationship. But now…now Draco was reveling in not having that responsibility. He enjoyed having someone taking care of him, Harry could tell. And to see him this helpless…hurt more than anything Harry had experienced before.

"We went through this before. I have too much to live for. I will NOT be leaving you, no matter how many times Voldemort tries to kill me. I will not leave you, Dragon, I promise," he murmured, pulling Draco close and rolling him to lay next to him. Draco sighed and snuggled close, willing his fear away.

"Our baby needs you," he finally managed. Harry smiled and put his hand to where his child resided.

"I need the baby, too. I need both of you so much," he said quietly, kissing the blonde's hair. Draco smiled and nuzzled his neck.

"I love you, Harry."

"I love you too, my Draco."