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Chapter 3

It was in the dead of night when Ginny got out off her bed and snuck downstairs to the Gryffindor common room. Most Gryffindors hadn't reacted all that badly when Harry had announced that Malfoy would sleep in their tower.

They had questioned the reason, but Harry had merely given them some half backed lie which didn't convince anyone, but they left it alone anyway. Ginny had taken it as a good sign. To her it meant that Harry was ashamed of having a child with that Slytherin whore.

Now she wanted to wait in the common room for her brother Ron. The older red head had gone back to the infirmary before Harry and the whore had come to the tower. And he had yet to return. She sat down on one of the armchairs further away from the fire. It was still early fall so it wasn't too cold.

Suddenly the girl heard footsteps coming down the staircase and she turned her head to look at who was coming downstairs to the common room at this hour beside herself. A tuft of blond hair caught her eyes and she saw none other than the Slytherin whore himself coming straight toward her.

He suddenly made a sharp turn and walked over to the bathroom. For a second Ginny wondered why he wouldn't just use the one upstairs before she remembered that Seamus had, accidentally so, exploded one of the shower heads and the whole bathroom became unusable for a short amount of time.

Apparently it still wasn't working properly. Not soon after the blond had entered the bathroom Ginny could hear him throwing up and dry heaving. A sadistic smirk found its way onto her lips. That would be part of the whore's punishment for entrapping Harry in a relationship with the use of a child.

The flushing of the toilet pulled Ginny out of her seat and she walked to the front of the bathroom waiting for the blond to come out. The door opened slowly and Draco walked out, his face was paler then usual and he looked quite sick.

"Well well well if it isn't the pregnant whore."

Draco's head snapped up quickly and his eyes were wide and full of fear. Had he heard right? How did the Weaselette find out about his pregnancy before all the others? Harry and him had decided to wait until morning to tell people that he was pregnant.

The red headed girl was looking at him with sick satisfaction on her face. Draco knew that this was her revenge for his years of teasing her. Try as he might Draco knew that whatever the red head would say to him would hit him hard.

'Morning sickness' which never kept itself to the morning hours had made Draco quite emotional over the last two weeks. His apparent permanent 'sickness' had been the reason he had gone to see Madame Pomfrey in the first place. The medi-witch had then kindly dropped the bombshell on him.

But he wouldn't dare to complain. He had the best and most loved baby in the world on the way and it had finally brought him and Harry together. The brunette Gryffindor had said he loved him and the blond loved Harry so much it made it hard to breath sometimes.

"He doesn't really love you, you know. He's only being with you for the sake of the baby. I mean who would want to have you take care of their baby?"

Draco could feel the tears filling his eyes, but refused to let them fall. No. He knew Harry loved him, didn't he? The brunette had said he loved him. Had he only said it because he had found out Draco was pregnant?

"Was he even of sound mind when that... child was conceived? You look around what? Ten? Twelve weeks pregnant? Wasn't that just around the time we had that 'Voldemort was defeated half a year ago!' party?"

All of the emotional turmoil finally became too much and Draco started to cry. The tears flow down the blond's cheeks as he quickly made his way back to the dorm rooms. Seamus', Dean's and Neville's snores nearly drowned Draco's sobs and he was really thankful for it.

The last thing he needed was to wake up all of the Gryffindor boys his age to have them listen to him cry in Harry's arms. He quickly walked over to the brunette's bed and slipped back under the covers right where he had been before he went to the bathroom.

He buried his face in Harry's chest and continued to sob as quietly as he could. The Gryffindor began to stir under the blond, but Draco didn't notice. Yet when a warm hand landed on the top of his head Draco looked up at Harry with teary eyes and found himself being pulled into a comforting embrace.

"Shh Draco what's wrong? Are you okay? Is it the morning sickness?"

The blond shook his head, but stopped crying. He felt Harry placing a small kiss on his temple as he put a hand on his slightly bulging stomach. The brunette rubbed it soothingly and Draco soon felt himself getting hard. How the blond hated these hormones.

You could be mourning you dead mother and you could still get a boner. Harry seemed to notice that as well since he picked up his wand from the bedside table and muttered a silencing spell. Once the spell was in place Harry flipped the blond onto his back and moved his hand from Draco's belly to his hard cock.

The Slytherin moaned in delight as his member was stroked in long and hard strokes. He soon felt his orgasm nearing, but Harry stopped just as Draco was about to climax. The blond whimpered and moaned in discontent, but Harry merely chuckled at him.

Draco looked up at his boyfriend and saw the brunette taking off his nightshirt before going for his sweatpants. To the blond's delight Harry had decided to forgo any kind of underwear. The Gryffindor's thick long cock stood proudly between Harry's strong thighs.

The blond wanted to reach out and touch it so badly, but was stopped when Harry leaned over him and started taking off Draco's nightgown. He sighed in relief when his cock was freed from its confinement. As Draco's gown fell onto the covers of the brunette's bed Harry ground his hips into Draco's.

The Slytherin nearly squealed in pleasure. His hand went into Harry's hair and he pulled the brunette down into a passionate kiss. Harry licked Draco's lips and the blond opened his mouth for the brunette's probing tongue.

Their tongues caressed each other while Harry lifted the blond into a sitting position. The Gryffindor crawled to the head of the bed and sat down with his back to the headboard without breaking the kiss with Draco.

Harry pulled Draco into his lap and picked his wand back up from the bedside table. They broke apart and Harry muttered a lubrication spell and a stretching spell before he locked eyes with Draco silently asking for permission to continue.

The blond nodded and soon found himself being lifted just high enough to hover over Harry's pulsing cock. Draco grabbed the brunette's cock, which evoked a loud and lustful moan from the Gryffindor underneath him, and aligned it with his prepared entrance.

Harry slowly put the blond down again stopping once in a while to give Draco time to adjust to his size. When the blond was sitting in Harry's lap both stilled until Draco lifted himself up seeking leverage on Harry's shoulders.

Draco built a rhythm going up and down on Harry's cock at his own speed. Never once did the brunette try to go faster or harder unless Draco voiced such a want. Soon both cried out one another's name before they lay back down exhausted.

Harry, again, wanted to ask what had happened to the blond, but before he could he noticed that Draco was already fast asleep. He placed a small kiss onto the blond's forehead before spelling them clean and covering their bodies with his blanket. The Gryffindor soon followed Draco into the land of sleep with a smile on his face. They hadn't fucked like they had at the party three months ago.

They had made love.

*A/N: Hope this chapter was okay. I was horrified when I noticed how long it had taken me to update. I'm reeeeeaaaaaly sorry. Please for give me? *puppy dog eyes*