Author's Note: This chapter is the reason I rated this story Mature. If you are underage, please do not read the smut that follows.
Draco was about seven months pregnant and Harry was starting to have serious misgivings about Draco sleeping with him. Draco had been slipping into Harry's bed for months now and nothing sinister on Draco's part had happened; on Harry's part there'd been misplaced erections, inappropriate dreams, and secret communication with the baby. But that morning Harry was woken up by the feel of soft lips pressed against his lips. He had been dreaming again and the sensation fit right in with the dream, so he awoke slowly, not noticing at first that it wasn't all a dream…he might have even kissed back.
It was the same dream he'd been having for the last two weeks, with an unidentified figure in his bed. He could never see the face, but sometimes there was blond hair grasped in his fingers or the ample curve of a pregnant belly under his hand. If he was more objective he might realize that the body wasn't inconsistent with Draco's body, but he wasn't the least bit objective about it; it was his sex dreams after all and he was still telling himself he was straight. He never remembered much detail about the figure and he sure didn't recall which bits, if any, the body had down there, which made his denial easier to sustain.
It was the straight hips and curve of the arse Harry had been dreaming of this time, which was rather typical of his dreams. There was pale creamy skin covering the arse and in his dream he tended to fixate on that skin, reaching out to feel it under his fingertips. Sometimes long, slender fingers would push his hands away, but this time the hands didn't push him away. This time the hands were on his shoulders and the pert arse had turned around, so that it was the large baby bump pressed into his chest and stomach. He didn't much mind the loss of the arse from his view, because he was reaching around, maintaining a handful of the warm mound in his hand. And then it was his lips burning with the sensation of the gentle kiss. He hadn't been kissed by anyone in so long that the simple touch felt exquisite on his sensitive lips. He would've liked nothing more than to turn over and slip deeper into this snogging dream.
But reality unfortunately crept in and Harry began to realize that it wasn't all in his dream. At first in his half-asleep state he couldn't determine which of the sensations had been real and which had been the dream. His hand still seemed full, cupping the behind of the hot body in his arms, so that was likely real. Then he opened his eyes that Saturday morning to find Draco kissing him! His desire to snog someone senseless suddenly evaporated on the spot when he realized that the kiss was real and more importantly, was with Draco.
Harry pulled away at the same time as he gently pushed Draco off of him. Draco was in his third trimester now, so Harry knew he had to be careful moving Draco, but he still wanted to increase the separation between their lips and his hand and Draco's arse, as quickly as possible.
"What are you doing?" Harry's question was directed at himself just as much as Draco.
"Sorry," Draco said, looking upset.
"Why did you do that?"
"You were touching me…" Draco trailed off, not knowing how to say this and hoping Harry would fill in the rest. But Harry didn't help him out; instead Harry just stared at him with a shocked expression, waiting for him to say more. Draco shrugged and looked down before speaking again. "I just wanted to know what it's like."
"I reckon it's about the same as snogging anyone else," Harry said, choosing to ignore Draco's accusation for the time being; he was desperately in need of some self-introspection in that matter before he could discuss it with anyone else.
Draco didn't say anything and wouldn't meet Harry's eyes; instead he kept looking down at his very swollen belly.
"You have kissed someone else before, haven't you?" Harry asked. Draco shook his head. "Fuck." This was beyond messed up. Not only was Draco a pregnant virgin, but Draco had never even kissed anyone. No wonder Draco tried to kiss him!
Harry had been looking up at the ceiling, trying to think of what to say, but when he looked down again, Draco was gone. Obviously Harry had said the wrong thing and made Draco run off, so he went across the hallway to Draco's room. Draco was on his own bed for a change and looked like he was trying not to cry.
"Look, I didn't mean to upset you," Harry said. "I'm not mad at you, I just think it's pretty messed up what Voldemort did to you. I don't want to encourage you; in fact I don't think that should happen again, but I'm not mad at you. Alright?"
Draco nodded and said in a soft, unsure voice, "But you were groping me again."
"I'm sorry; it was just a dream," Harry replied, realization starting to set in. All those sexual dreams…had he really been touching Draco the whole time? He spent several minutes contemplating it, but couldn't put two thoughts together in a row that made any sense at all. In an effort to salvage what was left of his sanity, he pushed the confusing thoughts away, resolving to deal with them later. Draco too seemed willing to ignore the issue rather than work through it.
Harry hoped that would be the end of it. They got dressed and went about their day as if nothing had happened. Ron came over and they hung out. Ron, after his talk with Harry during Auror training, was very careful in what he said. Mostly Harry and Ron talked about their latest Auror experiences and how much they missed Hermione, while Draco sat in a nearby chair and worked on the blanket he was knitting. The blanket was a bit wonky in places, but it was long enough now that Harry could definitely tell that it was supposed to be a blanket.
Ron was still weary that this tentative friendship built around a shared child might crumble and that Harry would be hurt in the process, but Ron certainly wasn't going to cause any problems for his best friend. Ron was doing his best to keep his mouth shut and his foot out of it, when it came to Draco. Truthfully the idea of an emotional, pregnant, and crying Draco scared the shite out of him and the last thing he wanted to do was give anyone an excuse to start talking about their feelings around him. Miraculously that translated to Harry's best friend and the father of his first born peacefully coexisting in sort of a mutually agreed upon arrangement of completely avoiding any serious discussion when in each other's presence. In fact their only mutual conversations seem to revolve around food and convincing Harry to take them out for hamburgers and ice cream.
Ron's visit went without incident, unless you count the massive brain freeze Harry got from all of the ice cream, but when his friend left, Harry was once again left alone with Draco. Both Harry and Draco completely ignored the kiss and acted like it hadn't happened. Harry tried to tell himself that it didn't happen and that everything was just the same as it was. But what Harry didn't anticipate was what that kiss would do to his dreams. In the days that followed the kiss, the faceless figure from his dreams took on a face; a familiar pointy face.
Harry had never even considered Draco in a sexual manner before; he didn't count those sex dreams, because he hadn't known it was Draco he was dreaming about and he was holding tight to his denial. This was all due to the fact that he was lonely without Ginny and Draco was always there. And then with the kiss and Draco being pregnant with Harry's baby, it was only natural that he'd start dreaming of Draco, wasn't it? That's what Harry told himself anyways. Only he couldn't help but remember the dreams when he was awake and he began looking at Draco in a new light. He frequently found himself staring at Draco's plump red lips when Draco talked. Then there was the delicate arch of Draco's neck that Harry found memorizing. And don't even get him started on the curve of Draco's arse.
Worst of all was the hot press of Draco's skin against his late at night; the first time he'd consciously gotten a hard on from another man was because of that. Somehow the innocent bonding with their unborn baby had turned into erotic touching, without anything physical actually changing, unless you counted Harry's boner. He'd been so freaked out he'd jumped out of bed and gone to the bathroom to calm down.
I'm just horny. It's not Draco per se, it's just that he's the only one around, Harry told himself. Then he figured that the solution to his problem was to jack off. If he wasn't so horny, he wouldn't be having these thoughts about Draco. Only the jacking off made the thoughts worse, not better, and he began having fantasies about Draco while he wanked. Wanking to thoughts of Draco really freaked Harry out and he couldn't go back to bed that night, especially because Draco was still in his bed, which was the problem in the first place.
Draco was really starting to get big and Harry told himself that he was just getting his signals crossed, because Draco was pregnant and that was something only women did. Harry had obviously begun to think of Draco as a woman and that was why he was having the strange fantasies.
Maybe if Harry could just see enough of Draco's body to be reminded that Draco really was a wizard, the dreams and urges would go away. The problem with that was that Draco kept his body covered up, likely trying to hide the pregnancy belly, so Harry couldn't even get a glimpse of Draco's flat chest. If he saw that again and the distinct lack of boobs, he was sure his problem would go away. And that is what was going through Harry's head when he decided he was going to get a glimpse of Draco's body.
Harry thought about ways he could see Draco in the bath or the shower or maybe even just taking a whizz, but the bathroom was small and Draco was always so careful about shutting the door. Harry had his invisibility cloak, but it would be so much easier if he was in a larger room with an unobstructed view, like a bedroom. Draco changed clothes every morning and again every night and if Harry could just go into Draco's room wearing his invisibility cloak, he was sure to see something. And that is just what Harry did one night when Draco was still in the drawing room.
It felt like Harry waited forever before Draco finally came into the room and shut the door behind him. Draco went to the dresser and pulled out a pair of pajamas. Draco got side tracked brushing his hair and then looking at himself in the mirror. Harry thought Draco was never going to get around to taking his clothes off, but then Draco finally stood up and pulled off his shirt. Draco's chest was pale and thin, with a hint of fatty deposits forming, preparing to change his body for the breast feeding that was to come. Then there was the large protruding belly. Draco was just entering the third trimester, so his belly looked out of place on his thin frame and the happy twitch from Harry's cock reminded him of the role that belly had played in his dreams.
Harry's breathing sped up and he suddenly couldn't remember if he'd cast a muffling charm on himself or not. He knew he'd cast a notice-me-not charm, despite the invisibility cloak, because the last thing he wanted was for Draco to catch him spying. But he couldn't remember if he'd done the muffling charm too and his heart was pounding so hard he worried that Draco would be able to hear it.
It didn't even occur to Harry that he had what he'd wanted—a view of Draco's chest—and he had the opposite reaction to the one he predicted. If there was any blood at all left to service the larger of his two heads, he would've realized that his mission was accomplished and it was time to turn his eyes away; unfortunately, it was only his little head receiving the oxygen rich blood supply in that moment and the little head told him to keep looking. He listened and he drooled too.
Draco didn't notice any of it. Instead Draco dropped his trousers, giving Harry an excellent view of a pair of pert round cheeks inside Draco's pants. Well that obviously wasn't helping, because witches had arses too. Plus the pregnancy in the front was spilling over onto Draco's once thin hips, making him look more feminine. Those two factors explained Harry's erection. It had nothing to do with the fact that this was Draco's arse, it was simply that this was the first arse he'd seen in months. If only Draco would turn around and give Harry a view of something that most definitely didn't belong on a witch. This logic of course required one to forget Harry's initial reaction to seeing Draco's front and Harry wasn't even acknowledging that it had happened.
Draco didn't turn around. Instead Draco dropped his pants exposing a pair of perfect pink globes covered in pale flawlessly smooth skin that Harry wanted to touch to see if it was as soft as it was in his dream. Harry's cock was throbbing in his pants at the sight. Harry's hand absentmindedly lowered and stroked himself through his robes. He must have cast the muffling charm after all, because he let out a moan and Draco's head didn't turn. Draco carried right on with what he was doing, which was pulling up a clean pair of pants, re-clothing that perfect arse.
Then Draco put on a pair of pajamas, ending any chance Harry might have of glimpsing more. This whole peeping Tom thing had been for not, because Harry was now even more turned on by Draco than he had been before. Not to mention the painful erection Harry had when he was trapped in the room without being able to do anything about it. He thought his ballocks were going to explode from the pressure and that Draco was never going to open the door to let Harry out of the room. But then Draco did leave the room and Harry was finally able to exit.
Harry saw Draco disappear into the bathroom. Harry sighed with relief as he went upstairs into Sirius' old bedroom, so that he wouldn't be interrupted. He spelled the door closed behind him so that he could finally, finally wank. It was a very satisfying wank and he couldn't ever remember cumming so hard in his life; not even with Ginny. Obviously he was in desperate need of self-introspection, but that was a hard thing to do. Somehow it always led back to thoughts of Draco, which led to rapid toss offs behind locked doors. He had a problem.
Author's note: I'm fairly certain Draco told a fib in this chapter: he's kissed Pansy. They went to the Yule Ball together, so after their date, he probably felt obligated to kiss her. But with him being gay, I'm sure it was awful and he wouldn't count it. He's never had a proper snog from a bloke before.
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