Disclaimer: Neither Acherona nor trulywicked have any claim on Harry Potter or any characters or locations thereof.

Warnings: Angst, lots of it, Male Pregnancy, mental torture, infant in peril, boys in love, friendships broken and new friends gained. Disregards canon in so many ways.

MOCKINGBIRD

Chapter Thirty-Six.

Draco eyed the owl that stood looking like if it could tap a talon in impatience it would and the rolled up paper tied to its leg. He sighed and took the paper before directing the owl to a perch beneath an overhang that held treats and water. He took the paper inside where Harry and Jason sat at the breakfast table and unrolled it. Both brows lifting at the headline and the picture of the Golden Trio.

A FALLEN HERO LOST BEFORE HIS TIME

Dear Readers it is this reporter's sad duty to inform you that Ronald Bilius Weasley, a man we have all previously condemned and sneered at, was a victim of a deep and horrible crime. A Death Eater that escaped the final battle, Jamison Erudice, was the cause behind Mr. Weasley's actions towards our world's savior, Harry Potter. This Death Eater managed to corner Mr. Weasley and cast an Imperious Curse upon him, forcing him to betray his best friend in the worst ways possible as we have already reported.

All this came to a head two days ago when the Imperioused Mr. Weasley kidnapped the child he'd sired on The-Man-Who-Conquered. During the rescue mission to save his son, Mr. Potter discovered the truth behind his friend's actions too late to save Mr. Weasley. Erudice, seeing his plan of vengeance on The Chosen One was failing, attempted to kill Mr. Potter himself, just as Mr. Weasley was able to break free of the Imperious. In a tribute to his long friendship with Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley stepped in front of him, taking a Killing Curse for his long time friend.

Aurors apprehended Erudice and interrogated him, discovering the deepness of his crime. Erudice will face the Veil for his crimes as voted on by the Wizengamot.

To the Weasley family, Mr. Potter, and Ms. Hermione Granger we offer our deepest sympathies in this trying time of grief and our apologies for previous articles on Mr. Ronald Weasley.

I urge you, our readers, to burn those previous articles and to remember Mr. Weasley as he truly was, a hero to us all and a great friend until the very end.

"Well, it's not as bad as it could have been." Harry did his best to swallow down the bile that rose in his throat. "He'll be remembered as a hero and he was one...He just lost his way. Merlin I'm glad for the extra wards, if I have to read even one phony sympathy letter I think I'll scream. Sometimes I really, really hate it Draco, that everyone and their grandmother feel that they have a right to know all that's going on in my life...Haven't I paid my dues?"

"Overpaid I'd say love," He rubbed his hand over the back of Harry's neck, "but you've 'saved' us all from Voldemort and even with the few Death Eaters still stumbling about everyone is free and safe. As long as we live the public will want to know what you're up to, how you're doing, etcetera, etcetera, ad infinitum. Dumbledore had to deal with it all his life after taking down Grindlewald; we'll have to deal with nosey twits as well." He kissed Harry's cheek, "I suggest we hire another extra elf to sort through the mail."

"Yes please, let's." Harry turned and kissed Draco's cheek as well before lifting Jason so he could do the same, although that was more like an open mouthed, very wet lick than a kiss but it was the thought that counts. "I do understand the public's interest...No I really don't but most days I can live with it. I'm just having a woe is me day today. Still I'd appreciate an extra elf to handle the mail. I might have to live with being a person of 'interest' but I don't want to read the crap people write me."

Draco delicately wiped the slobber off his cheek, "Then that's what we'll do. Have an elf to sort through the mail and divide it into sections, fan mail will be junk mail and used to feed the fires."

"Sounds brilliant." Harry kissed him again and then looked out the kitchen window at the pale blue sky and the grass that was so green that it almost hurt. "Hey Draco, can we go flying today? I haven't been on a broom for a bloody year, what if I haven't got it any longer?"

Draco snorted in disbelief, "Like hell but I fully support a fly. What about Jason though? Do you want to call Arthur and Molly or my parents to look after him while we go mad in the air?"

Harry bit his lip, honestly if he could he would strap Jason to him even when he flew but he knew that wasn't possible. Also he knew he and Draco had to let go a little, despite what had happen it wasn't healthy for any of them not to be able to let Jason go even for a short time. "I think Arthur and Molly need him most, especially after today's paper. I believe spending some alone time with their grandson will be a good thing."

"Do you want to floo them or should I?"

"I can do it if you pack a bag with things Jason will need, diapers, his bottle and formula, change of clothes and his lullaby dragon."

Draco gave his fiancé another kiss on the cheek, "Consider it done." He got up and headed for the nursery to pack as requested. He could swear he almost felt the air whipping round him already as he raced and flew with Harry for the first time in a long, long time.

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Harry's knees were wobbly when he finally dismounted but he had the largest grin on his face. Merlin he had missed flying, it really wasn't anything like it in the world. The speed and the sense of freedom made his heart sing. "That was fucking unbelievable; I thought we would crash back in the forest. You're mental for riding that low." He couldn't wipe the grin off his face though as he walked over and jumped on Draco the moment the other's feet touched the ground, wrapping his legs around Draco's waist and his arms around his neck.

The blond didn't even stagger, just beamed right back and hooked his hands under Harry's thighs. "I'm mental? Who was it who went into a death drop dive and pulled up barely a second before he impacted with the ground?"

Harry laughed before he attached his mouth to Draco's neck, sucking and nibbling. "I just had to do it," He murmured against, pale, salty skin. "A bloody perfect Wronsky feint and you were the only one to see it...So sad."

Draco made a growl, adrenaline and thrill still pulsing through his veins and mixing with the lust that was already starting to burn as Harry plied his mouth against his skin. "No one saying you can't do it again." His hand moved to stroke and massage one perfect arse cheek.

"Mmm, true. I do feel a strong urge to lower and rise over and over again as a matter of fact." Harry continued to taste and kiss Draco's skin, working his way up to the hollow behind Draco's ear as he tightened his legs around his fiancé and pushed down. The song of flight was still inside him, warring with the desire he felt for Draco, a desire that only grew with each day he spent with the blond.

A hiss slid out of Draco's throat and he pulled Harry closer, grinding them against each other, "Tease."

"Oh but Draco...It's not teasing if you plan to back it up." Harry grinned against Draco's skin as he slid his open mouth over Draco's cheek and jaw until he could capture his lips.

Draco made another growl and opened his mouth to slip his tongue into Harry's mouth and explore it thoroughly, the heat in his blood taking a far more sensual turn. He drew Harry's bottom lip between his and purred, "Oh and do you plan to back it up then?"

"Oh yes, back it up, down...Fuck I'll even do it sideways if that's what you want." Harry panted into Draco's mouth, flicking his tongue over Draco's lips before dragging it over the roof of his mouth, tasting everything he could.

Draco angled his head to scrape his bottom teeth up the column of Harry's throat, "Bed then?"

"If you insist, right now the nearest flat surface sounds mighty tempting." He tightened his legs around Draco again and made a noise with his tongue, as if getting a horse to move. "To bed!"

He nipped harshly at Harry's neck, "I am not having my first time with you on the ground outside the broom shed," he soothed the bite with his tongue as he walked into the house, "we'll save that one for later."

Harry wiggled. "Promises, promises." Inside he was actually embarrassingly happy that Draco wanted their bed. Harry planned to take his time with his gorgeous fiancé, no quick shag; he wanted to savor it, taste, lick until he knew how every inch of Draco tasted. "We have a beautiful bedroom and a very comfy bed, would be a shame not to use it."

"Mmmhmm," Draco climbed the stairs, kissing along Harry's jaw, flicking his tongue out along it as he walked down the hallway and into their bedroom, closing and locking the door behind him. He smirked against Harry's skin before he managed to unhook his fiancé's legs from around him and toss the brunette down onto the bed. He pulled his shirt up over his head even as he moved to crouch over Harry, taking his mouth in a deep kiss.

That kiss did all kinds of interesting things to Harry's insides; he couldn't get enough of it. Arching up and pressing closer to Draco, running his hands over the expanse of Draco's back, loving the feel of silky smooth skin underneath his fingers and palms. His hands crept lower until he could cup his soon to be lover's very, very fine arse and pull it down towards his aching groan. "Mine! I claim you Draco Malfoy both body and soul."

Draco kissed down Harry's throat, "Yours, all of me is yours just as you are mine. Every flaw, every virtue, every scar visible and not. We belong to each other." He rolled his hips down more than willingly, catching his breath at the slivers of pleasure darting through him as they ground against each other.

"Fuck yeah! Feels so good." Harry squirmed underneath Draco, not being passive in any sense of the word. He hooked his leg around Draco, digging his heel into the other's buttock, pressing him down. "Feels really good but too much clothes, strip lover. I want to see all of you, see, touch, lick and suck." Harry's glasses dug into his nose and he pulled them off with an impatient movement, dropping them over the side of the bed.

Draco licked a long line up Harry's throat, "Oh but then I have to get up to get my trousers off." He sucked on Harry's earlobe, his hands working underneath the shirt he wore, stroking over the firm body.

"Hmm, want you in the buff but not keen on letting you go...What to do?" Harry moved his hands over the smooth expanse of skin on Draco's back until he was cupping his fiancé's behind. He gave Draco a wicked smile and suddenly Draco's trousers practically melted off. "There you go, so much better."

"Mmm some debate about that," he worried the earlobe with his teeth, ran his tongue around the shell of Harry's ear, and blew gently on the wet trail left behind, "You're still dressed." He curled his fingers so that he could gently scrape his nails over Harry's flat belly, just light scraping circles and swirls that left no marks.

"Well I'm enjoying the view, very, very much." Harry purred and arched his body up towards Draco again, every touch the other made felt like fire on his skin. He braced himself against the mattress and flipped them over so he was straddling Draco. Sitting up on Draco's hips Harry slowly pulled his sweater over his head and tossed it across the room.

Draco, for his part, had no complaints about the new position and instead used the opportunity to run his hands over the newly exposed skin as if memorizing every last change in texture, every dip and rise, every flex of muscle. His fingers brushed curiously over a scar in the center of Harry's chest, round and the size of an egg, looking like it had been caused by a burn. "Where did this come from?"

Harry shuddered, both in pleasure and from the less than pleasant memories. "Slytherin's locket, a magical scar can't be healed." He leaned down and brushed his lips over a pebbled, pink nipple. "Not the time to stroll down memory lane right now...Please."

A soft murmur of pleasure escaped Draco before he gently pushed Harry back a bit and half sat up so he could kiss the burn scar and run his tongue over it. He kissed up to Harry's collarbone then down his right arm, lingering over the scar where a basilisk fang had once impaled the flesh and giving that one the same loving treatment. His lips made their way down to the words scored into Harry's hand, tracing each letter with his tongue. He worshiped those badges of honor that he could reach with his mouth, his hands worshiping the rest of Harry's body, flicking his thumbs over the tight nipples and stroking down his sides to unfasten the trousers.

Harry shifted, lifting his hips to make it easier for Draco to unfasten and push off his trousers. His eyes shone with emotion as he looked down at Draco, sadly his lover was a little on the blurry side without his glasses but he would map out every feature with tongue and fingers instead. "I love you." He ran his own fingers over the thin, silvery scars on Draco's torso. "I'm so sorry about this...So sorry."

Draco pushed the trousers and boxers off Harry's hips, working them down and down until he got impatient and whispered a spell to remove them completely. He then caught Harry's hand and kissed the tips of his fingers, "Shh, I attacked you, you defended yourself. It's over and done with love." He released Harry's hand and ran his own hands down his lover's flanks, "I'm alive and well, and that's because of you."

"No Draco, you saved yourself and I'm so happy you did because I really don't think I could live without you." Harry suddenly realized that he was on top of Draco, both of them very much naked...How interesting? He shifted experimentally, groaning as he felt Draco's hardness underneath him. "Now I think we have better things to do than talk, don't you?"

"Mmmm," Draco nearly purred at the little shift, "we do indeed." His lips quirked into a slight smirk, his hands going to Harry's lower back as he lifted his mouth to one pert, brown nipple, tonguing it, scraping his teeth over it, and kissing it teasingly.

"Mmm." It was only a soft purr but it was all Harry could press out as he pushed into Draco's mouth, it felt so good. Harry wanted to give pleasure too, not only receive it so he crawled down the long, lean body underneath him, kissing the soft skin as he went. He was trying for graceful but was afraid he came off more like spastic, once he was face to...Well cock with Draco's long, thick and beautifully flushed erection all other thoughts went out of his head and he reached out to wrap his hand around it and leaned in for a kiss, barely tasting the sticky precum.

A low groan escaped Draco as he watched Harry eye his erection, felt the heat spring up in the wake of his touch on it, and saw the glisten of his precum on those bright, sinfully shaped lips. He reached down to run his fingers through silky dark hair as Harry's hand touched and stroked almost hesitantly. They were both flying on instinct, impulse, and hunger but Harry was inexperienced though he was doing marvelously without the experience but he knew his lover would want to know what best pleased him, just as Draco wanted to know what set Harry's blood on fire. He ran the tips of his fingers down Harry's cheek, over his lips, and along the back of his hand before covering it with his own and tightening the grip just a bit, "A little firmer baby."

Harry looked up at Draco and tightened his grip on his own. He had never backed down from any sort of challenge in his life and he wasn't about to start now. Keeping his grip firm he started to move his hand in a twisting motion up and down the swollen shaft, running his thumb over the glistening head before replacing the digit with his tongue, flicking it over the cockhead like a snake. Harry's other hand stroked Draco's thigh, caressing the seam where thigh and torso met and moving down to caress a silky inner thigh. Keeping his eyes on the pale oval of Draco's face he opened his mouth wider and sunk it down over Draco's erection, sucking lightly while still stroking what didn't fit in his mouth firmly.

Draco made a hissing moan, knowing he was spilling more precum into Harry's mouth. The sight of Harry taking him in, those striking green eyes fixed on his face, it made the firestorm slowly enveloping his senses rise higher and he was approaching painful hardness. His lover was entirely too good at this without even trying, Merlin help him once Harry had plenty of experience under his belt. He sank his teeth into his bottom lip, not bothering to conceal the pleasured sound he made. Pride had no place here now. "Fuck, Harry your mouth...so hot. Does it taste bad?" His hand went to Harry's cheek again then back into his hair, not holding, just stroking through.

Harry's mouth came off Draco's cock and he licked his lips with a low hum. "How could any part of you ever taste bad? Pumpkin juice it's not...It's different but not bad at all." He nuzzled his cheek against the now saliva slicked erection before taking it back in his mouth, spurred by the breathless noises of pleasure Draco had let out earlier he wanted to work harder to hear more of them. Giving Draco pleasure made him feel good and he was practically humping the mattress in between Draco's legs as he bobbed his head up and down with more vigor.

A groan came from his throat as Draco let his head fall back and he had to drop his hands to the mattress, clenching his fingers in the coverlet so he wouldn't arch his hips up and choke Harry. He shivered, the pleasure dancing up his spine, and opened his mouth to gasp out a spell to give Harry pleasure as well, "Proin digiti."

Green eyes flew open and Harry swallowed around the cock lodged deep in his mouth in surprise as invisible fingers rubbed, squeezed, tickled and caressed every sensitive spot on his body. It was an overload of sensations, almost too much. He squirmed under the invisible touch as he pulled off Draco's erection once again. "Hey, that's cheating."

Draco was already breathing hard from the swallow but he managed to lift his head and smirk, "Slytherin remember?"

Harry hmphd and blew on the wet cock in front of him. Obviously he wasn't doing things right if Draco could still smirk. He went lower to mouth at Draco's bollocks as his free hand disappeared behind him. A wandless, wordless spell made his fingers slick and he ran them up and down his own crack before sliding one finger inside with a low grunt.

The breath left him in a whoosh, seeing Harry's hand reaching back, knowing exactly what his lover was doing to himself. The hot mouth on his balls and what his imagination was coming up with made Draco almost whine and lift his hips up just a bit. "I repeat, tease." He licked his lips, "Do you know what I want to do Harry? I want to flip you around and use my mouth and tongue on the hole your fingers are playing with now. I want to push my tongue into you, lick all around that little pucker, and suck it."

Those words turned Harry into mush and into fire at the same time. A garbled noise left his throat and he pushed his finger deeper inside before pulling it out as he gave a feather light nibble to Draco's soft balls. He looked up at Draco, a challenge clear in his lust filled eyes. "Why don't you then?"

Liquid silver eyes heated and in an instant Harry found himself flipped around, facing Draco's feet, as he palmed and spread the cheeks of Harry's arse. He ran his tongue up from the perineum, blew a hot breath over the rosebud exposed to his gaze, then rasped his tongue over it. With teasing little flicks, long savoring laps, a gentle nibble, and sucking kisses, he applied himself to driving Harry out of his mind even before he pushing his tongue into him. One hand slid under Harry's body and curled around his cock just as he slipped his tongue past the puckered ring of muscle.

Harry shook and shuddered, he had never, ever even known that anything could feel like this. He moaned and mewled and pushed his arse up against Draco's mouth shamelessly. His hole clenched and convulsed around the slick muscle inside him. Harry licked at the forgotten erection bobbing in front him, not wanting to forget Draco's pleasure as his own mind was blown.

Draco moaned as he wiggled and thrust his tongue in and out of Harry's hole, his hand sliding up and down his lover's cock in time to his tongue's motions. He pulled his tongue out and lapped around the pucker again, his voice husky and deep, "Do you want me to prep you with my fingers or a charm?"

"Considering I'm seconds away from blowing I say a charm. I'm so empty, want you inside right now." He punctioned every word with another kiss and lick on Draco's cock. "Oh and add a contraception charm as well, I love you but I'm not ready for another baby." Harry didn't want to ruin the mood but it had to be said.

Draco nuzzled one of Harry's cheeks, "I know love," he summoned his wand for the extra surety and cast first the contraceptive charm and then the lubricating and stretching charm.

The cool stretching sensation inside him wasn't the most pleasant of feelings but the knowledge about what was to come was more than made up for it. With seeker speed Harry rose and twisted so that he was facing Draco again, Draco's cock in one hand and his arse poised above it about to sink down on it.

Draco put his hands on Harry's hips and guided him down, his teeth grit, a soft hiss escaping him as he was slowly engulfed by Harry's body. "Fuck, so hot and tight. I'm not hurting you am I?" Heated silver eyes searched Harry's face for any sign of pain.

Harry had closed his eyes as Draco entered him but now he opened them and looked down at his lover. "No, the charm did its job well, just take it easy yeah?" He continued to lower himself until he was firmly seated on Draco's cock, feeling the other's balls snug against his arse. "So deep, so full." Harry rolled his hips experimentally, groaning at the feeling of being filled with Draco, he was so hard and slick and wide inside him, filling him up perfectly.

Draco moaned, his thumbs tracing soft circles on Harry's hipbones. "Merlin, you feel so good around me Harry." His hands slid up his lover's sides, the thumbs rubbing over perked nipples, "So hot and tight, swallowing me right up."

His nipples it seemed, were directly wired to his cock and with the one lodged inside him as well the sensation became heady. Harry let out a needy noise and lifted himself up only to drop back down rather harshly. Trying to get Draco's prick even deeper inside. "Mmmmmmm" A long purring sound escaped him as Harry tossed his head back and rode the waves of pleasure coursing through him as he rode Draco.

He caught his breath, watching Harry's pleasure as he lifted and lowered on him. He was breathtaking, flushed and toned and scarred skin glowing in the sunlight streaming through the windows. He braced his feet on the mattress and lifted his hips as Harry's lowered, rolling up into the downward slide to give his lover more pleasure and seek his own.

The added pressure as Draco pushed up as he pushed down made Harry come closer and closer to the edge. Every nerve ending was on fire and even as his toes curled in pleasure he never wanted it to end. "So bloody deep, so fucking good." Harry moaned as he bounced up and down with more vigor, one hand fisting his own cock and the other pinching and plucking at a nipple.

Draco groaned and reared up, his mouth latching onto the nipple Harry wasn't playing with. His hands stroked down Harry's back, over his hips, pulled him down in a tiny, hard jolt that had both of them moaning. Tension and heat built with each movement and ecstasy shimmered through him like glittering butterfly wings.

"Love you, love you so much." Harry whisperer-groaned like a mantra as his bounces grew erratic and his hand flew over his cock. He was so, so close to coming. Everything was hot, dirty and simply wonderful. He pulled Draco away from his nipple and leaned down to kiss Draco awkwardly as he continued to chase his pleasure.

The blond slipped his tongue into Harry's mouth, sliding it against his lover's tenderly. His hands guided Harry's hips into a slightly different angle trying to aim for his prostate, to give him the electric flash of pleasure that would come with that stimulation.

"Holy bloody fuck!" Harry's back arched as lightning flashed before his eyes, he'd thought it felt good before but it was nothing like this. Why hadn't they ever done this before? Hell why didn't they do it all the time? Harry upped his pace and squeezed his prick as he stroked it madly.

"That's it Harry love, take your pleasure," Draco's mouth moved along his jaw and down his neck, "You look so delectable like this, wild and free and lost in sensation. It makes me want to just," he flicked his tongue over Harry's collarbone, "eat you up."

"Mm, yes. The feeling is very much mutual." Harry gasped out as all of his muscles tensed, muscles he didn't even know he had as heat pooled in his stomach and lightning shot up and down his spine as his orgasm hit. Sweat dripped down his body and he clenched and fluttered around Draco. Harry's semen shooting out, covering his hand and splattering over Draco's pale skin.

By Merlin Harry was beautiful when he came. Draco panted softly as he helped Harry's hips continue to rise and fall as his lover rode out his orgasm. He could feel his own approaching with all the force of an avalanche, his balls drawing up as Harry tightened around him, and soon he was falling over the edge with his fiancé, spilling himself deep within Harry's body. His hands clenched on slim athletic hips and a sharp, short cry escaped him that held the flavor of Harry's name to it.

Feeling Draco come inside him was also something Harry couldn't even begin to explain. He knew it had happen before since he had the child to prove it but nothing, nothing had ever felt like this before. Heart racing and breathing like he'd run ten kilometers chased by death eaters Harry slumped down on top of Draco, kissing his skin where ever he could reach lazily.

Draco's arms locked around Harry like a precious, priceless treasure as he fell back to lie on the bed, pulling his lover down with him. He nuzzled the top of Harry's head as his heart rate and breathing calmed. A very satisfied smile, not quite a smirk, curved up his lips, "That was absolutely worth waiting for."

"Fuck yeah and we're doing it again as soon as possible. Often...Often!" Now that Harry knew what he'd been missing he would do everything in his power to catch up. "Even better than flying. Love you."

The blonds' hands stroked up, then down Harry's back affectionately, "I love you too. I have no objection to doing that as often as possible either. Hopefully our son will manage to start sleeping through the night soon."

"Mmm, hopefully...Or we'll be having a lot of quickies in the closets all around the manor." Harry agreed and stretched like a cat on top of Draco. He was sore, no question about that but it was a feeling he wouldn't change for the world.

Draco chuckled and pulled a cover up over them as the air made him shiver as sweat cooled, "Malfoys are too dignified to grope in closets. There are plenty of unused rooms with locking doors around for that."

"Pfft, if I want to have a dirty, quick grope in a closet you'll comply. Even if I have to drag you in there and mount you." Harry molded himself against Draco, shivering a little as Draco's erection slid out of him.

"Not if I manage to drag you into an unused room first," he nuzzled at Harry's temple, "For now let's capitalize on a few hours and take a nap before we pick up our son hmm?"

"Brilliant idea, you have your moments Draco." Harry grinned against Draco's skin before he licked it apologetically. He was boneless and tired and right now everything felt right.

To Be Continued…