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Harry was excited, nervous, and anxious for his meeting with Draco Saturday. He woke up way too early, showered, got dressed, decided he didn't want to wear school robes, and got dressed again. Then he went to the mirror and tried to comb his hair.
Ron heard Harry rummaging around the room way too early on a Saturday morning when they were supposed to be sleeping in. Harry hadn't even slept to the normal time to get up for a school day. Ron groaned and turned over to try to go back to sleep. He gave up on sleep half an hour later, sat up, and looked around the room. Harry was gone.
Ron had been working really hard this past week to win Harry back. He said nice things about Malfoy, reassured Harry that the berk would come around and forgive Harry. He didn't really want to encourage Harry to stay with Malfoy, but Harry was with Malfoy and still mad at Ron, so Ron knew that if he wanted in, he had to make nice. And since Harry tended to be depressed and mopey as of late, Ron was trying to keep an eye on his friend. Harry would wander off and get himself into a funk and it was up to Ron to find Harry and bring Harry back to the group.
Since Ron was already hopelessly awake, he went to the bathroom with plans of getting dressed and looking for Harry. But those plans were unneeded, because he found Harry in the bathroom, tormenting his black hair with a comb.
"How long have you been at it?" Ron asked.
"Half an hour. I need to go to the room of requirement to look up a grooming spell," Harry said, putting the comb down and giving up on the manual approach.
"The room of requirement for a book?" Ron asked.
"Yeah, the room of requirement will provide me with any book I need. Draco and I've been getting loads of books there. Yeah, I think I fancy a swim as well," Harry said. A nice relaxing swim would calm his nerves.
"A swim inside the room of requirement?" Ron asked confused.
"Yeah, it's been making Draco an ocean this whole time. Anyway, just let Hermione know where I am if she asks," Harry said, grabbing his bag of toiletries and heading back to their dorm. He put his things away and then packed his backpack for the day, making sure he had his swimming trunks. Then when he couldn't find the swimming trunks, he rummaged through his school trunk looking for them, only to remember that he left them in the dresser in the room of requirement. The school year would be over soon and he would have to remember to retrieve all of his clothing from the room before he left on his Horcrux hunt. It would probably be easier if he just flooed it all over from the room of requirement to Grimmauld Place.
"Yeah, okay." Ron thought about having an ocean to swim in inside the room of requirement and got a bit of sudden inspiration, because he fancied a swim himself and the idea just might help him repair his friendship with Harry. "Can I go with you?" he asked.
"What?" Harry asked, absentmindedly as he tried to decide which of his school things he should bring.
"Can I go with you? I fancy a swim too," Ron repeated.
"You fancy a what?" Harry asked confused. Why was Ron asking to go with him? This was his and Draco's room and the thought of having Ron in it just seemed off.
"I fancy a swim. If it's alright with you, I'd like to go with you," Ron replied.
"Oh," Harry said, still thinking about it. He wanted to say yes, to have some company for the day, but then he thought about Draco and wondered if it'd be a violation of Draco's privacy. "It's kinda Draco's room and I don't want to let you in without getting his permission first. It's private."
"Oh yeah, I understand." Ron said disappointed.
"But I could ask the room for a different beach that doesn't belong to Draco," Harry conceded, remembering something Hermione had said about wanting to invite everyone in for an end of term party and use a different beach.
"You could?" Ron asked excitedly.
"Yeah Ron. Let me just signal Hermione that that's where we'll be," Harry said, pulling out his coin that he had linked to Hermione's galleon. He checked it for the small Hr that marked it as the one for Hermione, not Draco or the DA. When he found the letters, he tapped the coin and the words, "ROR at your leisure," appeared. The first three letters were written in rather large font compared to the tiny letters of the rest of it. "There. Grab some homework. We need to get that potions essay done first and charms too."
"Yeah," Ron replied, grabbing his backpack and shoving his potions and charms books inside.
The two of them went downstairs and exited through the portrait hole. Ron went to head downstairs, while Harry passed the stairs and continued on towards the room of requirement. "Oi, aren't you gonna eat breakfast first?" Ron asked.
"No, I'll get some in the room."
"I thought Hermione said the food the room was giving you was no good," Ron replied, but began to follow Harry anyway.
"It was, but Dobby'll bring us food from the kitchen."
"Yeah, okay. Does Hermione know?" Ron asked as Harry paced in a circle three times, having arrived outside the room of requirement.
Harry concentrated on having a room with a beach, swim trunks, a bathroom to change, a table to eat on, a study with desks, and that was definitely not the lilac beach room. He didn't want their bedroom or the forest, although he wouldn't mind a sitting room or the nursery, in case Ginny and Luna wanted to come. "Yep, she's cool with it," Harry said as the door appeared.
Harry grabbed hold of the handle, noticing that it was most definitely not their usual handle. This one was gold and modern, while the usual one was brass and ornate with engraved snakes crawling on it. Harry opened the door and found an island; he walked inside to get a better look and Ron followed him. There was water on three sides, the left, the right, and the rear of the room were all one thin continuous ocean, lined with a sandy beach boarder. The middle of the room was made up of a dirt floor, but there was a wooden shack, with two doors, taking up half of the middle. In front on the shack were a wooden picnic table and several study desks with books piled on them.
"Blimey! Is this where you and Malfoy spend all your time?" Ron asked. Now he understood why Harry wanted to live here; he did too.
"No, this island is completely different from our room; just look how dark of a blue the water is," Harry said, looking out at the sea.
"The ocean looks the same as it does when mum and dad take us to the south shore on vacations," Ron replied.
"The south shore in Britain?" Harry asked and Ron nodded. "Draco's beach is in Hawaii; the ocean is a light teal color and the fake-sun shines brighter. I can barely even see the fake-sun it's so gloomy in here."
"I think it's brilliant." Ron couldn't comprehend that there was a beach from an island on the other side of the world normally in this room; the fact that there was a beach at all was shocking enough for him.
"Yeah, the three sides of ocean will be great for swimming," Harry replied.
"Yeah," Ron agreed, looking at the desks and wondering how Harry could be serious about homework when he had a room like this for the day!
"Let's check out what's in the hut," Harry suggested.
"It looks more like a shack or a rundown beach house," Ron replied, but followed Harry to the shack.
Harry opened the door on the right….and found a bathroom. There was a dresser in the bathroom and when Harry opened it he found both his real swim trunks and the lilac pair he used to borrow. There was a door that led from the bathroom to a sitting room that had a door back to the outside and another door, leading further into the shack.
"Let's see what's through the other door," Harry suggested. Ron agreed and followed Harry through the door.
This door led to a large nursery. The walls were lined with six cribs and numerous baby items in multiple. Harry recognized many of the items from the old nursery, some of which had the plumeria and sea turtle patterns. There were also many new items, most of which had a generic looking teddy bear pattern on it, which was made repulsive by the fact that the teddy bears were dressed in baby bonnets and baby nappies. The cribs, on the other hand, were each done in a different pattern.
The first crib was Draco's sea turtle crib, but it was empty and Cereus was nowhere in sight; there was a new sea creature mobile on top, but Harry didn't know why it was there. The second crib was Harry's plumeria crib and Plumeria was sleeping soundly inside. There was also a new mobile on it, this time a flower one. "This is Plumeria," Harry explained to Ron as his friend peered in.
"She looks just like you," Ron replied, noting the black hair.
"You don't even know the half of it; she's got my eyes too."
"Wicked."
"Everyone's baby looks identical to them," Harry said as he went over to the third crib, which was one he'd never seen before, but contained Hermione's doll. This crib was yellow and covered in stars with a mobile of the solar system. "This one's Hermione's."
Ron didn't reply to that, he just gulped and starred.
The final three cribs were empty and without mobiles. The fourth one was blue and covered in brooms. The fifth was orange and covered in devil's snare. The final one was giraffe skin. "Why are there six cribs, do you think?" Harry asked.
Harry had a feeling that three more people were going to want to play with the dolls today; Ginny had been bugging him all week about letting her and Luna into the room to play with the babies. He figured that one of the remaining cribs was for Ginny, but who was the sixth crib for? "Ron?" Harry asked when his friend still hadn't spoken.
Ron was leaning over the blue broomstick crib. Harry noticed that a snitch, bludger, and quaffle mobile was now hanging over the crib. Realization dawned on Harry that the sixth crib was for Ron.
"He looks just like me," Ron said, rising back up from stroking the strawberry blond haired baby's cheek. Ron looked at Harry and saw that Harry was watching him.
"She; they're all girls Ron," Harry replied.
"But he's dressed in blue and in a blue crib," Ron protested.
"The dolls are only made in female. So far the room has only given us female dolls."
"Well then she has my red hair and my nose and my chin," Ron listed.
"She'll probably open her blue eyes for you if you pick her up," Harry suggested. "But her hair is quite a bit lighter than yours."
"Mine was light like this was I was a baby. And no, I don't want to mess Rose up without Hermione here to make sure I do it right," Ron said.
"Rose?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, well you named yours Plumeria and I always wanted a daughter named Rose. It's a classy name, innit?"
"Yeah, it's great Ron. Let's change and go for a swim then," Harry suggested.
Harry turned around and led the way back to the bathroom. They changed into their trunks and went out to the beach, where a pile of towels appeared on the sand.
"Brilliant," Ron said, seeing the towels.
"Yeah, race you," Harry said, running into the water. Unlike their lilac beach, this water was frigid cold. Harry had to stop, pull out his wand, and cast warming and impervious charms on himself so that he didn't freeze to death.
"You're on," Ron said, anticipating the cold and casting the charms first, before stepping into the water.
Harry and Ron swam laps around the u-shaped ocean for an hour. When they were tired of swimming, they came in and dried off. Then they showered, changed, and called Dobby for breakfast. After eating, they went into the sitting room to read. Ron had a Quidditch book, while Harry had a grooming book and was experimenting with different ways of styling his hair.
Harry had a red and gold Mohawk when he heard the door open and Hermione call, "Harry, Ron, are you in here?"
Harry rushed out of the room to greet Hermione. Hermione was still hanging out in the hall, holding the door open. "Yeah, we're here. You can come in," Harry said, walking the twenty feet to the door.
"Um, Ginny and Luna are with me and they're being much more persistent that usual," Hermione replied and then a look of shock crossed her face as she took in Harry's hair style. "What have you done to your hair?"
"Bring them in. There are already cribs for them in the nursery," Harry replied, ignoring the comment about his hair until he was in a position to ask Hermione to fix it. He hadn't meant to get it stuck red and gold; that part had just happened and he couldn't undo it.
Hermione didn't even get the chance to reply, before Luna and Ginny were clamoring to rush into the room.
"Where's the nursery," Ginny asked, rushing past Harry, not quite noticing his hair.
"In the house," Harry replied, walking back towards the shack.
"Thank you for inviting us into your home," Luna said as Ginny ran ahead. "And I must say that I'm particularly fond of the way you've styled your hair today."
"Thanks Luna," Harry replied.
"I'll be in the nursery," Luna said, before ducking her head down to excuse herself and following Ginny's lead.
Harry and Hermione followed quietly behind them.
"Why is my daughter in a blue Quidditch crib?" Ginny asked indignantly, picking Rose up.
"Because that's Ron's baby, not yours," Harry answered. Ron hadn't gotten off of the sofa, so Harry felt he should do the explaining.
"Don't touch my Rose! I was saving her for Hermione to help me!" Ron shouted, barreling into the room and not stopping until he was in front of his sister and intimidating her with his height.
"Merlin, Ron, it was an honest mistake. She's got red hair, just like me," Ginny said, holding the baby out to hand to her brother. The baby opened her eyes to reveal blue.
Hermione came to stand by Ron's side and watched as Ron reached his arms out in a cradle-like position and let his sister hand him the newborn. "Well she's got my eyes, so keep to the red-haired brown-eyed ones, if you will," Ron replied. He turned to face Hermione and looked his girlfriend in the eyes. "Isn't she precious?"
"Yes Ron. I'm quite surprised actually. I didn't think you would even want one, much less already have one when we got here," Hermione replied.
"Well I just looked over the crib and the mobile and baby appeared," Ron replied shrugging, but the movement jostled the baby, which scared him. Luckily the baby didn't cry and instead cooed as she continued to look at him with those big blue eyes.
Meanwhile, Luna had gone straight to the orange Devil Snare patterned crib, causing a cork, bottle cap, and milk carton mobile to appear along with a baby dressed in a peach colored nightgown. Luna wasted no time in taking her baby to one of the rocking chairs to bond.
Ginny too had made her way over to her crib, choosing the animal print one. An African animal mobile appeared above the crib as Ginny bent down to pick up the little redheaded girl dressed in a crème nightgown; this baby had much more shockingly red hair than Ron's. Ginny took her baby back to one of the changing tables to check her out and see if the doll was as realistic as she had been led to believe. It was.
Harry walked over to Ron and Hermione once their goo-goo eye thing stopped and Hermione had retrieved her doll Jean from the yellow crib. He was thinking of getting Plumeria and joining them; maybe he could earn some points and impress Draco.
"Harry, do Ginny and Luna know?" Ron asked.
"Um, no. I think Luna might, but I've never confirmed his name with her. Neither of them knows the other thing…" Harry replied. Draco would kill him if Ginny and Luna found out that Draco was pregnant; or maybe Draco would just obliviate them.
"Okay, my mouth is zipped." Ron mimed zipping his mouth closed, but continued talking right after. "Is that his crib?" Ron pointed to the first crib, which was in fact Cereus'.
"Yes," Harry answered. "Can I get Plumeria and join you?"
"Yeah," Ron replied happily. It felt like old times hanging out with Harry and Hermione again and no one was mad at him at the moment.
Hermione and Harry spent the next two hours showing Ron, Ginny, and Luna how to take care of and play with the dolls and the various nursery items. By eleven, Ron, Hermione, and Harry had returned their dolls to their cribs and retreated to the sitting room for a break, while Luna and Ginny were still eagerly obsessed with their new toys.
"Babies are exhausting," Ron concluded. All of the feeding, changing, and getting puked on was a lot of work.
"Honestly Ronald, it's not that bad once you get used to it," Hermione replied.
"I'm tired too, Hermione. You got to factor in that we were up all morning doing laps around the ocean," Harry said.
"You were?" Hermione asked surprised. She knew the boys had been in here since before breakfast, but she had assumed they had just lain about.
"Yes, we were," Ron confirmed. "By the way Harry, what is wrong with your hair?"
"Oh yeah, I forgot. It got stuck this color and I still can't find a style that looks good on me. Hermione, can you help?" Harry asked pleadingly.
"I'll see what I can do. What spells have you tried?" Hermione asked.
"Thanks, you're a life-saver," Harry said, pulling out the hair glamour book he had been reading earlier from where it was wedged in the couch cushions.
Harry and Ron talked casually, while Hermione read the book and found a counter spell to return Harry's hair to normal, which she did. Then Hermione decided on a simple styling spell, which she also performed. Finally Hermione taught the spells to Harry so that he could do his own hair next time.
It was lunch time when Hermione finally finished with Harry's hair, so Harry shoed Luna and Ginny out and the group made their way down to the Great Hall for lunch.
Harry's friends had been a needed distraction all morning, but as soon as lunch was over, Harry was once again anxious with anticipation over his meeting with Draco. He excused himself from the lunch table and made his way, alone, back up to the room of requirement, this time asking for the beach lilac room. Once the room appeared, he went inside and looked around, making sure that nothing was out of place and was relieved when everything was found to be in order.
Harry walked aimlessly through the house, trying to decide what to do while he waited for Draco. There was still half an hour left of the lunch hour and he had already swam and played in the nursery today. He should be doing homework, but he didn't feel like it, so he went and lay down on the bed. He needed to get Draco something to celebrate Draco's birthday, but he didn't have a present or a chance to go shopping. He stared at the ceiling and then suddenly remembered what Draco had said about being romanced once a week. This was his chance to talk to Draco and beg for forgiveness, but it was also his chance to show that he should be forgiven.
Remembering that Draco had liked the flowers, Harry jumped to his feet and ran out to cut some from the lilac forest. He made a bouquet, which he put into a vase, but skipped the flowers on the bed, because he didn't like picking lilacs off of his cock afterwards.
Draco still wasn't around when Harry was done, so Harry tried to think of something he could do to show Draco that he was prepared to take responsibility for two babies. Harry settled on using their dolls to show he could manage two babies. He went back into the nursery and wished for a twin stroller like the one Narcissa was ordering. He inserted Plumeria on one side and Cereus on the other. Once he was ready, he took the babies outside for a walk in the forest. He imagined that this was the type of thing he would do with his boys when Draco needed a break.
Harry was halfway through the lilac forest when he heard the door open and Draco's voice calling out, "Harry, where are you?"
"I'm in the forest," Harry replied and hurried along to greet his boyfriend.
"This is a surprise," Draco said when he saw Harry exiting the forest with the stroller. He hadn't expected Harry to touch the dolls without him or Hermione around.
"Yeah, well I just wanted to practice taking them for a walk, for when I do the same with our babies," Harry said and led Draco into the sitting room. "I hope you're not mad at me for touching Cereus."
"No, it's fine. I kinda like that you're showing initiative," Draco said sitting down on the sofa.
"Oh yeah, I've got loads of initiative. I'm gonna help you with our sons all the time," Harry replied, parking the stroller and sitting down next to Draco.
"Good." Draco was skeptical about how much Harry would be around, and not just with the upcoming war. The way Harry worded it made Draco think that Harry was going to be one of those part-time fathers that only play with their kids part of the time and dump them off on the other parents to take care of the majority of the time. You know, the ones who call watching their own kids babysitting?
"Listen, I know you're upset that there are two of them, but it's gonna be okay. I'm gonna work hard and provide for all of you. I'm sure I'll get some money for killing Voldemort and I have a couple of properties already and my invisibility cloak, so I'll make a good inheritance for one of our sons. Whichever one that doesn't get your house won't be short changed," Harry promised.
"Is that what you think?" Draco asked, lip curling up in a sneer and pulling away from Harry.
"Yeah. I know your family's rich and that you don't want to break it up between two boys, but you don't need to worry about that."
Draco slapped Harry in the face and stormed out of the room through the front door of the hut. Harry thought that Draco was leaving the room of requirement, so he rushed out after Draco to stop Draco and beg for another chance. But Draco wasn't heading towards the door to the room of requirement; Draco was walking towards the beach. Harry watched as Draco sat down on the sand and watched the small waves wash ashore.
Harry sat down next to Draco and looked out on the water. They were silent for five minutes before Draco spoke. "Harry, I couldn't give a pixy's fart about inheritance right now."
"Okay, then do you want to explain what's got you upset?" Harry asked. He wanted to blame Narcissa for leading him to believe that Draco was upset over inheritance issues, but he didn't think that would help his case right now.
"Do you have any idea how dangerous it'll be for me to carry and give birth to twins with a Peverell pregnancy?" Draco asked.
"Um… no?" Harry replied.
"Centaurs never produce twins and since the Peverell reproductive machinery is based off of centaur bits, my body isn't designed to be able to carry two babies. It's possible to, but exponentially more risky. Professor Snape could probably deliver one Peverell baby without complications, but with two…it could easily turn for the worse. One of the babies could die, both of the babies could die, or I could die and Professor Snape might have no choice but to send me to Saint Mungo's, no matter who's in control of the place at the moment. Tell me Harry, do you think the Dark Lord will let a traitor like me walk out of a hospital under his control after giving birth to your twins?"
"I didn't know," Harry said to the first part of Draco's statement, without answering Draco's question.
"Of course you didn't. You were two busy thinking about inheritance to think about me and my children," Draco replied.
"Um, no, I just thought that that was what you'd be concerned about. I was thinking about hiding two children from Voldemort and how much more work that would be."
"Oh, yeah, that too. You should've led with that and then I wouldn't've hit you."
"You do hit me a lot, considering you asked me not to hit you anymore."
"Well it seems to get your attention."
"Well you've got it, so how about you let me give you a backrub?" Harry suggested, trying to get this meeting back on track.
"Yeah, my back has been killing me," Draco agreed, taking off his robes and presenting his back to Harry while still sitting up on the beach.
Harry required the room provide him with lotion and set to work massaging Draco's back. "You know, next time we're fighting, you should still come to me and have me massage your back every day."
"Yeah, okay. This arrangement did far too much punishing me when you were the one who fucked up," Draco replied, his eyes closed and his chin resting on his chest as he enjoyed the feel of Harry's hands on his body. The stress and pain were melting away and were replaced by a tingling sensation and a since of euphoria.
Harry didn't respond to that, but continued to work the lotion into Draco's skin and caress Draco's back. After a few more minutes Draco started moaning, which made Harry's cock suddenly take notice and jump to attention. Harry began to wish that he was giving this massage in the bed, so that it would be easier to seduce Draco, but he would have to make do. On his knees, he scooted up a bit closer behind Draco and reached around to massage Draco's chest, making sure to brush against those sensitive nipples.
Draco leaned back resting his head on Harry's left arm and giving Harry better access to his hard nipples as the pleasure shot through his body. He had hoped that Harry would figure out what he needed and take charge and now it seemed that he was getting his wish. He hadn't cum since his wank Thursday and had decided that since he couldn't stop thinking about Harry while he was wanking, he might as well give in and let Harry do the wanking in the first place.
Harry pulled Draco up into his chest, so that Draco's back was pressed against Harry's chest. Harry bent down and began sucking on Draco's exposed neck as his hands continued to explore Draco's hard chest. His hand dipped lower a few times, passing across Draco's stomach, which was just a bit fuller than the last time he had held Draco. Harry smiled into Draco's neck and kissed along Draco's jaw, before snaking his fingers into Draco's pants. He touched Draco down there and was rewarded with a loud gasp from Draco as a shudder obviously ripped through Draco's body.
The sensation was so good that it was all Draco could do to breathe and listen to the sound of his heart beat pounding in his ears. His lungs hurt as his body screamed for more oxygen and his breathing came in quick uncontrollable pants of urgent breath. He could feel his blood pounding under Harry's firm touch. The rest of the world faded out, because it was all he could do to focus on the sensations.
Draco's body felt heavier against Harry's chest as his boyfriend began to sag. Remembering Draco's tendency to get light headed during sexual activity, Harry leaned their bodies back a little more, and whispered into Draco's ear, "Do you want to take this to the bed?"
Draco didn't reply, so Harry asked the question again louder, and again got no response. Sighing in frustration, Harry decided that he couldn't go on without some form a verbal consent from his boyfriend, not after they had been fighting all week. Thus Harry removed his hand from Draco's pants and pulled Draco more firmly into his arms, turning Draco slightly so that he could look into Draco's face. Draco's mouth was wide open as Draco panted, but Draco's eyes were closed tightly and Draco didn't seem to have noticed yet that the wanking had stopped.
Harry waited there like that until Draco's breathing calmed down and Draco opened his eyes and looked up at Harry accusingly. Harry wasn't sure if Draco was going to accuse Harry of seducing Draco or of stopping too soon, but as the seconds ticked by without either, Harry decided to speak.
"Can I take you to the bed?" Harry asked.
"Yeah," Draco replied, still light headed, even though he didn't think he could walk just yet.
When Draco didn't move, Harry pulled out his wand and cast a lightening charm, before picking Draco up bridal style and carrying Draco into the beach bedroom and laying Draco on the bed. Draco looked lazily down at his own pants, as if Draco wished they'd disappear and the wanking would resume.
"Can I take these off?" Harry offered, reaching towards the waistband of the pants.
"Yeah," Draco replied. It seemed to be all he was capable of saying right now.
Harry pulled the pants off of Draco without any help from Draco. Harry looked down and greedily saw his naked boyfriend sprawled on his bed again, right where he wanted Draco.
"Can I suck you?" Harry asked.
Draco agreed and Harry sucked Draco off quickly.
*Censored
When Draco was done, Harry vanished the cum and crawled up next to Draco, taking Draco into his arms. Draco snuggled closer and fell asleep, just like old times. Harry was tired from waking up so early that morning, so he closed his eyes and dozed off.
Draco woke up a few hours later and found himself in Harry's arms, which was unusual, because Harry didn't tend to stay in bed doing nothing while Draco slept; either Harry would get up and study or read a book in bed. Draco turned and looked to see what Harry was doing and discovered that his boyfriend was sleeping. Draco liked to cuddle, so he stayed put in Harry's arms, but he couldn't resist running his fingers through Harry's black hair. It was shorter and slightly more neatly styled than usual, and he figured Harry had cut it recently. Harry didn't stir, so he let his fingers drift to Harry's face, gently tracing the contours of Harry's cheeks, jaw, and finally those pink lips. Then he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on those lips.
Harry was slowly awoken by the feeling of Draco's hand in his hair and on his face. He liked it, so he let the sleep leave him slowly and then he felt something soft on his lips. He opened his eyes to find Draco's eyes staring at him as Draco's lips were pressed against him. He fought against his grogginess and pressed his lips against Draco's lips, returning the kiss. Their lips moved together in a slow and sensual caress as he slowly slipped his tongue inside Draco's mouth.
After a few minutes, Harry pulled back a bit and said, "I think I like being woken up this way."
"Good," Draco said and leaned in for another kiss. Harry's body shifted and Draco suddenly felt something hard pressing into his stomach. "Hard again already?"
"No, I didn't cum," Harry admitted. He had been meaning to stroke himself while he gave head, but Draco had cum unexpectedly and much sooner than usual, so he hadn't gotten around to it.
"You didn't touch yourself?"
"Nope. I was concentrating on giving you a blow job."
"Oh. You can do it now and I'll watch," Draco suggested, feeling lazy.
Harry wanted Draco to touch him and he didn't really feel like touching himself, but he didn't want to say that and make Draco think that Draco had to touch him. He just wanted to wait until Draco wanted to do it for him. Thus Harry didn't say anything, choosing to lay there holding Draco instead.
When Harry didn't reply, Draco asked, "What's wrong? I can feel your erection."
"It can wait. I was enjoying holding you in my arms again," Harry replied.
"That's very admirable of you," Draco replied, and snuggled in closer to Harry's side.
Harry and Draco cuddled and kissed lightly for fifteen more minutes before Draco pulled away and said, "I'm hungry. I'm gonna get something from the icebox to eat while you prep yourself."
"Okay," Harry replied and let Draco up.
Draco came back a minute later with a bowl of oatmeal and fresh berries. He found Harry right where he left Harry on the bed, so he crawled back onto the bed and sat against the headboard to eat. "Um, feel free to start the show. I'm ready whenever you are," Draco said, hoping to move Harry along. It wasn't polite to leave your boyfriend unfinished and he didn't want to sit here in the bedroom all day.
"Um, I don't have to do it today."
"Oh, so you just want to wait until tonight and do it yourself then?" Draco asked, in between bites of his snack. Harry didn't answer or make eye contact with him, so he began to wonder what was going on. "You're still stretching yourself every night without me, right?"
"Um, no," Harry admitted.
"And why not? We're still getting married at the end of the term and that's just around the corner."
"Are we though? You were so mad at me and I thought that you might not want to."
"Yeah, I told you we were. I'm still pregnant and now there are twice as many children that need to be legitimized."
"I don't want to just get married to legitimize our sons. I love you Draco and I want to get married to be with you for the rest of my life."
"We can do that too."
"Can we? You haven't even been talking to me this week."
"I'm talking to you now."
"And I appreciate that. Am I forgiven?"
"Not completely, but I was thinking it was time to move on. Like I said, staying mad at you is a lot of work for me. There's no one to massage my back or wank me or worship me. It's bloody awful, let me tell you."
"Or make you bouquets of flowers," Harry added, pointing to the flowers on the dresser.
Draco had passed the flowers earlier, but he didn't really notice them until now. Now he looked and recognized the flowers and vase as being very similar to the one Harry had made him before the botched proposal. "You made me flowers?" Draco asked as a huge smile broke out on his face. He jumped up, exchanging the empty oatmeal bowl for the vase of flowers.
Harry moved to the edge of the bed and dangled his legs over the side of the bed. Draco stepped up to Harry and Harry opened his legs to allow Draco in between and then encouraged Draco to sit in his lap with the flowers. Draco looked down adoringly into Harry's eyes. Harry blushed and shyly said, "Yeah, for your birthday. You said you wanted to be romanced, didn't you?"
"Yes," Draco replied, thinking that the blowjob and these flowers were better than the crappy celebration his friends had given him for his birthday. "Very much so."
"Good," Harry said and kissed Draco.
Draco almost dropped the vase with the intensity of the kiss and Harry had to catch it before it fell to the floor. "Okay, I think the flowers should watch from over here," Harry said getting up and putting the flowers on the nightstand.
"Good idea."
Draco stood up too and Harry took Draco into his arms again and snogged Draco some more. Draco's breathing and heart rate picked up as his arousal grew. It had been hours since Draco came and Harry's thigh was pressing insistently into his bits, making him hard again. Draco wanted Harry to get him off again, but he also knew that Harry would have to be stretched this time, so he pulled his mouth away and said, "Get your potions."
"Yes sir," Harry replied, moving Draco towards the bed and pushing on Draco's shoulders so that Draco would sit and wait for him.
Draco sat and Harry prepared both applicators, before putting them on the second nightstand; the one that the flowers weren't on. Then Harry cast his preparatory spells and returned to Draco, who had scooted further onto the bed, but was still sitting up. Harry pushed Draco back onto the bed to snog Draco senseless and aligned their groins. They dry humped on the bed and Draco fingered Harry.
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When they were done, Harry cleaned them up and they cuddled together again. But this time neither was tired, so after a few minutes they sat up and Harry asked, "So what do you want to do now?"
"I don't know. What do you want to do?"
"How about you tell me about your visit with your mum," Harry suggested. They had an hour and a half before dinner time.
"It was great. Mother had the house elves make me a cheesecake and she had ice cream and the elves to sung me. Then she had some more wedding plans for me to go over and the baby clothes from the first order had already arrived, so we went through them and made sure nothing was wrong with any of them. They were all so cute!"
"Did you tell your mum about your dad's letter?"
"Yeah,"
"What did she say?"
"She said that we'll make contact with him when we're both safely in hiding and let him know that our loyalties have shifted. We'll advise him to lay low until after the war."
"Will Voldemort let your dad just drop out of his ranks?"
"No, but we Malfoys have our ways; father is much more skilled at defensive magics than mother and I'm sure he'll be able to stay hidden.
"And how do you feel about your dad getting out?"
"I'm glad, because I never wanted him to be locked up, but I'm also nervous. I want to see him, but I'm scared," Draco admitted and Harry held him tighter.
"It'll be okay; your dad loves you and nothing can change that, right?" Harry wasn't so sure, but he was trying to be positive.
"Right," Draco replied, before changing the subject. "So what did you do today?"
"I came here, only I asked for a different room. It gave me a beach in the south of England and an ugly shack."
"Why'd you ask for that?"
"Ron was with me and Hermione was supposed to be meeting me. Ron and I went for a swim. Hermione met us later, but she had Ginny and Luna with her. They wanted to play dolls, so the five of us went into a different nursery that we found inside the shack."
"Hmmm, I wanted to talk to you about Weasley. Why've you forgiven him so fast?" Draco asked accusingly.
"I haven't forgiven him, exactly," Harry replied with a shrugged, before thinking about it for several minutes. "We're not friends again like we were, but he's been keeping me company while I've been lonely without you. He's accepted that you're my boyfriend and has said nothing but positive things about you all week; it's really made him easier to get along with. I hope that someday we can all hang out together and be friends."
"No, I put up with Hermione and I'm not gonna do the same for Weasley. Are you forgetting that he punched me in the stomach while I'm pregnant with your sons?" Draco asked indignantly.
"No, I'm not and I don't think I can ever forgive that, but like you said, I'm ready to move on and I need him to help me defeat Voldemort."
"Well then go defeat the Dark Lord with him, but keep him away from me and my children."
"Okay, I think I can work with that," Harry conceded.
The two of them stayed in bed for half an hour more and talked about their week apart, each of them telling the other about what they did. Then they practiced occlumency until it was time for dinner.
When they were gathering their things and preparing to leave, Harry asked, "Can I see you again tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I can do after lunch again, but we need to spend most of that time studying," Draco replied.
"If we're studying, can I invite Hermione?"
"Yeah, as long as you kick her out after we study."
"You got it," Harry replied with a smile.
They shared one last kiss and then they each went their separate ways before heading towards the Great Hall.
Author's Note: Harry and Draco are back together! Yay!
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