~ Harry and Draco's Bedroom ~
Draco crawled into bed beside Harry, glad that the busy day had ended. After visiting Poppy for Harry's six month check up (which was completely fine), he had taught two double lessons - one to the Gryffindor/Slytherin second years and one to the Gryffindor/Slytherin sixth years. God how he hated Tuesdays. Even having a free period for half of the morning did not make up for the torture that was teaching the two houses together.
He slid across the big bed closer to Harry.
"How are you feeling, love?" he asked as he leant over to kiss Harry's cheek.
"Fat," Harry said, pouting in what Draco considered an adorable manner.
Draco reached out a hand and caressed Harry's protruding stomach. "I think you look beautiful."
Harry snorted in disbelief.
"No, really," Draco insisted. "You're glowing with health and happiness and…"
"And…" Harry prompted, looking pleased with Draco's words and his wandering hand.
"And you look so gorgeous," Draco finished. He was startled when Harry burst into tears – again.
Harry's emotions had been all over the place for a few months now. The entire school tiptoed around him and Draco never knew how his husband would react to even the simplest comment. The only one who didn't seem to irritate Harry was Daniel. The almost three year old could do no wrong in Harry's eyes.
Draco gathered Harry in his arms and petted him soothingly. He had learnt that it was best to let Harry get it out of his system rather than try to stem the tide of tears.
"I'm sorry," Harry sobbed.
"What for, sweetheart?" Draco asked softly. He held Harry as best he could, considering Harry's stomach was keeping them further apart than either of them would have liked.
"For being such a girl," Harry wailed. "I just feel so fat and useless. I can't do anything anymore."
"You are doing something. Something very important," Draco said, kissing Harry's forehead.
He was stunned when Harry pushed him away and awkwardly climbed out of bed.
"Spare me the 'you are doing something important' speech," Harry said angrily, wiping the tears from his face. "Stop patronising me, Draco."
Draco watched in stunned silence as Harry stormed out of the room. Well, Draco was sure he would have stormed out of the room if it weren't for the fact that he was still coming to terms with the additional weight he was now carrying. In actuality, he walked rather awkwardly out of the room, clutching the posts of the bed as he slowly exited the room.
What the hell was Harry on about now? Draco knew that Harry had been frustrated that he'd been so tired lately and frequently had to stop whatever he was doing in order to rest several times a day, and he couldn't carry their son anymore, he'd gotten too heavy. Harry was used to being the strong one but now he couldn't do anything without tiring himself out.
Hermione had reassured him that it was perfectly normal. All pregnancies were different and some people experienced extreme fatigue. Hermione also theorised that perhaps Harry's rather extreme reactions to pregnancy (he was still experiencing morning sickness at any time of the day) could be due to the fact that he was a man and thus his body wasn't equipped to carry a child.
Harry had been appeased by this explanation but it hadn't stopped him from feeling inadequate. Hermione still managed to teach, take care of Isabella and devote attention to Ron whereas Harry found it difficult to take care of Daniel for the two hours after he'd been at the pre-school all day before Draco had finished his classes.
Draco wondered if he should go after Harry. The last time he'd done that he'd gotten his head bitten off for his trouble. It had been a week or two ago, two weeks after Hermione had given birth to Nicholas. Harry had been traumatised just sitting in the waiting room listening to her screaming. He'd paled the instant he entered the room with Draco and had grown increasingly anxious as Hermione's labour continued for fourteen long, painful hours. He still hadn't fully talked about it. Draco knew that Harry was worried about the pain and what would happen to his body during the birth but he was at a loss as to how he could help Harry feel better about it. Especially since Harry seemed intent on twisting the meaning of every word Draco said.
Draco sighed and climbed out of bed. He pulled his bathrobe (the one Harry had given him for their sixth wedding anniversary) and walked out into the living room. He found Harry lying on the couch asleep, his hand draped protectively across his stomach. Draco smiled sentimentally and went to fetch a blanket. He tucked it around Harry and gently brushed his lips against his forehead. He checked on Daniel and found the boy had kicked his blankets off. He was lying curled up around one of his favourite toys – a tickle-me Elmo doll that Hermione and Ron had given him a couple of Christmas' ago. Draco kissed him and pulled the blankets up around him.
Draco wandered back to the main bedroom but found that he couldn't sleep. He ended up getting dressed in his sweats and sat down at his desk in the living room. A few months back he'd embarked on a project that he hadn't told anyone about yet. Although he wanted to confide in his husband, he didn't really feel that he could right now and his best friend, Hermione, had a lot on her plate now with two small children.
He was writing a textbook about potions, particularly for his class at Hogwarts, but anyone could pick up the book and use it. So many of the texts currently available involved so much jargon that most people felt intimidated just looking at them. Draco hoped that his user-friendly quide might reach those people who would normally steer clear of potions.
Hours later, Draco had finished two chapters and had added them to the revision pile when he heard Harry stretching on the couch behind him and groaning slightly. Obviously the couch wasn't any more comfortable than their bed. Harry found it difficult to find a comfortable position to sleep in which just made him grumpier when he woke up.
Draco decided to continue writing and let Harry start a conversation if he wanted to.
The Invisiblia Potion is particularly popular because it causes the drinker to become invisible for"Whatcha doing?" Harry asked. Draco could hear Harry push himself up off the couch.
"Writing," Draco replied evenly.
"What are you writing?" Harry asked, coming to stand behind his husband.
"It's not important," Draco said, pushing his parchment into a drawer. "Look, about before, I wasn't trying to patronise you."
"I know and I'm sorry about that. I just get a little crazy these days. You are definitely carrying our next child. Then you'll know exactly what I'm going through."
"That's fine," Draco replied mildly. "You know I would be having the baby now if I didn't have to work."
"I know," Harry said. Draco was still sitting at his desk, staring at the wall, when he felt Harry's lips on the top of his head and his hands on his shoulders. "Ready to come to bed?" Harry asked suggestively.
This sudden about face in Harry's mood startled Draco once again. It seemed to Draco that he spent most of his time these days being surprised by Harry. His husband had gone from severely pissed off to horny after sleeping for a couple of hours. Don't question it, he advised himself. Just go with it.
"Sure," Draco replied, turning around and slipping his hand into Harry's.
*
Twenty minutes later, Draco was naked and lying back on their bed, staring up at his naked husband who was straddling him. Harry slowly lowered himself onto Draco's erection. It was the only position that would accommodate Harry's increasing girth. Draco wouldn't dare say it to Harry but he actually found the changes in Harry's body to be very sexy.
He ran his hands up Harry's thighs and allowed him to set the pace. After a moment Draco's hand gripped Harry's cock and started stroking quickly, knowing that Harry couldn't keep moving up and down like he was for much longer. Harry came with a shuddering groan and fell off Draco and onto his back on the bed.
"I'm…sorry," Harry said, as he caught his breath. "I just couldn't hold myself up any longer."
He reached over towards Draco's still erect cock but Draco brushed his hand aside.
"Don't worry about it, love. Go to sleep," Draco said, rolling over on his side, his back turned to Harry.
Evidently that was the wrong thing to do because not more than a few seconds after he'd rolled over he could hear Harry sniffling behind him. Draco held back a sigh and turned around to face his upset husband.
"Sweetheart, why are you crying?" now, he wanted to add but didn't want to enflame the situation any further.
"I'm a terrible husband. I can't satisfy you anymore, like I used to," Harry said through the tears.
Draco bit his lip. The last time he'd tried to reassure Harry, he'd taken Draco's words the wrong way and gotten more upset.
"You need to rest, Harry," Draco began hesitantly.
"No!" Harry protested. "I need to know that I can at least do this for you. Please let me."
Draco took note of the anguish in Harry's eyes and acquiesced. He nodded his head. Harry sniffed and managed a watery smile. He leaned over and kissed Draco slowly, gently before moving his lips down Draco's neck to his chest. He shuffled down the bed, his tongue trailing over Draco's stomach before he took the Slytherin's cock into his mouth.
Draco gasped and gripped the bed tightly as he felt Harry's hot mouth devour him. It wasn't long before Draco was writhing under Harry's ministrations, silently calling Harry's name over and over and over. If it weren't for the fact that Daniel was sleeping in the next room, he would have been screamed his husband's name as he came.
When he had finished, Harry slid back up the bed and nuzzled Draco's neck.
"Thank you," Harry whispered in his ear.
"I should be thanking you. That was amazing," Draco replied quietly, before instructing him to turn around.
He snuggled up behind Harry and wrapped his arms around him. "Go to sleep, honey."
"Mmm," Harry agreed sleepily.
Draco brushed his hand across Harry's stomach and smiled as he felt Jeremy move against his hand. It would all be worth it in the end, when they held their little girl in their arms, Draco thought. Only three more months to go.
TBC