Disclaimers et al in part 1
Chapter 13 - Well, It Ain't Niagara Falls
"Bloody Hell!"
Those words and the thud that followed woke up the blond lying on the bed. Before anything else was said, Draco grabbed his wand as he sat up and pointed it in the direction the noise had come from. It took a minute but it finally dawned on him that he was alone in the bed.
"Po... Harry?" he called, lowering his wand.
"Down here."
Crawling over to the edge of the bed, Draco looked down. Harry was lying on the floor tangled in one of the blankets from the bed.
"Why are you on the floor?" Draco asked.
"Because when I woke up, I saw who I was in bed with, remembered everything that had happened yesterday, got mad, then fell out of bed when I got tangled in the blankets trying to get up," Harry replied, his voice getting louder as he talked.
"Oh," Draco said quietly.
Harry looked up and saw Draco's face. "I'm not mad at you," Harry assured him, "just the situation." He untangled himself and knelt by the bed.
"So am I," Draco agreed. "How are you feeling?"
"Sore," Harry admitted. "It's not too bad." He chuckled. "What book did you memorize?"
"The beginner's one," Draco shrugged. "I thought we could save 'The Joy of Gay Sex' for our anniversary."
"Very funny," Harry said. He got off the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. "So what do we do today?"
"Well, we're supposed to be on our 'honeymoon'," Draco said. "I guess that means we can do whatever we want. We should get dressed, eat then see what happens."
"Tomorrow is Christmas Eve," Harry said. "I'm sure we can find something to do."
After breakfast, there was plenty to do. They managed to find a small Christmas tree for their sitting room and decorated it, placing their presents under it. Once that was done, they headed down to the great hall to see what was going on there.
Most of the other students who were staying over for Christmas were in the hall. Some were playing games while others were reading, studying or amusing themselves in other ways. The first person Harry and Draco saw was Dumbledore.
"Good morning," the headmaster smiled, his eyes twinkling. "I'm surprised to see you both this early."
"I thought we'd let everyone know we both survived the night," Draco smirked.
"More or less intact," Harry added.
"So I see," Dumbledore chuckled. "Any plans for the day?"
"Not really, sir," Harry said. "We thought we'd see what happened turned up."
"Very well," Dumbledore said. "Mr. Malfoy...."
"Which one?" Draco asked. He nodded at Harry. "His last name is Malfoy as well."
"Actually, it's Potter-Malfoy," Dumbledore corrected. "As I was saying, Draco. Your father expressed his wish that you and your husband join him for Christmas."
"No," Harry said. "If your father wants to spend Christmas Day with us, he can do it here."
"You'd be safe at the Manor," Draco said.
"I understand that," Harry said, "but, right now, after everything that's happened, everything your has done, I don't feel quite like stepping into the spider's den. Maybe later, but not this soon."
"All right," Draco said. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind. We can have dinner in our quarters along with Uncle Severus and Aunt Moria."
"I told him as much," Dumbledore said. "He said he would be here at eleven. Dinner will be at one served in your quarters." He nodded to them then left them for his office. The teens watched him go.
"We are definitely being manipulated," Draco said. "I'm just not really sure by whom."
"Neither am I," Harry said. They headed into the great hall.
They spent the rest of the day either in the great hall with the other students or roaming the castle. They ate dinner with the others then retired to their quarters. They spent a couple of hours working on their studies before Harry finally slammed his book shut. Draco looked up at him.
"What's wrong?" Draco asked. "Aside from the obvious, I mean."
"You and I are sitting here like nothing out of the ordinary is happening," Harry said. "We need to be doing something... anything."
"I'm open to suggestions," Draco said. "Got any ideas?"
"Look for all we know, I'm pregnant," Harry said.
"You said that without stuttering," Draco smiled. "I'm proud of you."
"Smartass," Harry muttered then continued. "What I mean is we're going into this blind. We know absolutely about wizard pregnancies. We need to find out about that. Hell, we need to find out how to even tell if I'm pregnant. We're going to need a medi-wizard we can trust to help with this."
"With Uncle Severus making the potion, we're going to be parents," Draco said. "He doesn't make mistakes like that."
"Not accidentally, at least," Harry said.
"My father was probably holding something over his head as well," Draco said. "That's the only way he would have agreed to this."
"You're probably right on all counts," Harry mused. "He wouldn't have done it otherwise."
"We need to find out why my father was so insistent on this marriage and baby in the first place," Draco said, "but I don't think he'll tell us."
"We'll find a way, with his help or without it," Harry said. "Tomorrow, we need to go to the library and find some books on pregnancy, male pregnancy specifically."
"Aunt Moria will help us with whatever we need," Draco said. "Money won't be a problem, either. I'm sure Father will be willing to spend however much it takes to make sure everything is all right and we have everything we need or want. You're carrying the Malfoy heir, after all."
"Which is why he'll do anything to protect me," Harry said. His eyes grew wide. "At least until after the baby is born. After that, he'll have the heir and won't need me anymore."
"He won't hurt you," Draco promised. He reached across the table and grabbed Harry's hand. "I'll make sure of that. Malfoy's are very protective of their spouses and don't take lightly to them being threatened, even from other members of their family." Harry gave him a small smile.
"Thanks," Harry said quietly. "Look. There's more going on here than either of us know about. The two main players in this little game are Lucius and Dumbledore and neither of them are going to willing to share what they know with us."
"We need allies," Draco said, "and I know the perfect people."
"Uncle Severus and Aunt Moria," Harry said. "Do you think they will help?"
"If we approach them the right way, I'm sure they will," Draco said. "Uncle Severus doesn't like being manipulated and Aunt Moria has been against this since she found out. They'll help if just to make sure we're safe."
"Once we find out if I'm pregnant, I'm owling Sirius and Remus," Harry said. "Once they find out about this...."
"And we convince them not to kill my father or Dumbledore," Draco interjected.
"They'll help us as well," Harry finished. "You know, once people find out about this, things are going to really weird."
"Harry, this entire situation is weird," Draco said.
"All right, weirder," Harry said. "Like my life can get any weirder."
"Obviously, it can," Draco said. "I mean, we're married and you're pregnant."
"Like I could forget that," Harry said. He wiggled in his seat. "Especially after last night."
"You had fun."
"So did you."
There was a moment of silence then they both started laughing. It got stronger and louder until both of them were almost falling out of their chairs. After a while, it died down and they looked at each other.
"You know, this could only happen to us," Draco said.
"You know, I wish it would happen to someone else for a change," Harry said. He yawned. "I don't know about you but I'm tired. Why don't we leave all of this until after Christmas? We can still visit the library tomorrow but I don't think there's much we can do until after Christmas."
"You're probably right," Draco agreed. "We'll make it through the hols then start making plans, we start taking back our own lives." They nodded to each other then got up and headed for the bedroom.
After showering and getting ready for bed, they sat on opposite sides of the bed. Finally, with a collective sigh, they pulled back the covers and climbed into the bed.
"We've had sex," Draco said.
"We should be able to sleep in the same bed," Harry said.
"Friends that have sex," Draco said.
"A united front," Harry said. Silence. "So, Draco, do you like to cuddle?"
With a smile, Draco reached out and pulled Harry next to him.
TBC
Chapter 13 - Well, It Ain't Niagara Falls
"Bloody Hell!"
Those words and the thud that followed woke up the blond lying on the bed. Before anything else was said, Draco grabbed his wand as he sat up and pointed it in the direction the noise had come from. It took a minute but it finally dawned on him that he was alone in the bed.
"Po... Harry?" he called, lowering his wand.
"Down here."
Crawling over to the edge of the bed, Draco looked down. Harry was lying on the floor tangled in one of the blankets from the bed.
"Why are you on the floor?" Draco asked.
"Because when I woke up, I saw who I was in bed with, remembered everything that had happened yesterday, got mad, then fell out of bed when I got tangled in the blankets trying to get up," Harry replied, his voice getting louder as he talked.
"Oh," Draco said quietly.
Harry looked up and saw Draco's face. "I'm not mad at you," Harry assured him, "just the situation." He untangled himself and knelt by the bed.
"So am I," Draco agreed. "How are you feeling?"
"Sore," Harry admitted. "It's not too bad." He chuckled. "What book did you memorize?"
"The beginner's one," Draco shrugged. "I thought we could save 'The Joy of Gay Sex' for our anniversary."
"Very funny," Harry said. He got off the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. "So what do we do today?"
"Well, we're supposed to be on our 'honeymoon'," Draco said. "I guess that means we can do whatever we want. We should get dressed, eat then see what happens."
"Tomorrow is Christmas Eve," Harry said. "I'm sure we can find something to do."
After breakfast, there was plenty to do. They managed to find a small Christmas tree for their sitting room and decorated it, placing their presents under it. Once that was done, they headed down to the great hall to see what was going on there.
Most of the other students who were staying over for Christmas were in the hall. Some were playing games while others were reading, studying or amusing themselves in other ways. The first person Harry and Draco saw was Dumbledore.
"Good morning," the headmaster smiled, his eyes twinkling. "I'm surprised to see you both this early."
"I thought we'd let everyone know we both survived the night," Draco smirked.
"More or less intact," Harry added.
"So I see," Dumbledore chuckled. "Any plans for the day?"
"Not really, sir," Harry said. "We thought we'd see what happened turned up."
"Very well," Dumbledore said. "Mr. Malfoy...."
"Which one?" Draco asked. He nodded at Harry. "His last name is Malfoy as well."
"Actually, it's Potter-Malfoy," Dumbledore corrected. "As I was saying, Draco. Your father expressed his wish that you and your husband join him for Christmas."
"No," Harry said. "If your father wants to spend Christmas Day with us, he can do it here."
"You'd be safe at the Manor," Draco said.
"I understand that," Harry said, "but, right now, after everything that's happened, everything your has done, I don't feel quite like stepping into the spider's den. Maybe later, but not this soon."
"All right," Draco said. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind. We can have dinner in our quarters along with Uncle Severus and Aunt Moria."
"I told him as much," Dumbledore said. "He said he would be here at eleven. Dinner will be at one served in your quarters." He nodded to them then left them for his office. The teens watched him go.
"We are definitely being manipulated," Draco said. "I'm just not really sure by whom."
"Neither am I," Harry said. They headed into the great hall.
They spent the rest of the day either in the great hall with the other students or roaming the castle. They ate dinner with the others then retired to their quarters. They spent a couple of hours working on their studies before Harry finally slammed his book shut. Draco looked up at him.
"What's wrong?" Draco asked. "Aside from the obvious, I mean."
"You and I are sitting here like nothing out of the ordinary is happening," Harry said. "We need to be doing something... anything."
"I'm open to suggestions," Draco said. "Got any ideas?"
"Look for all we know, I'm pregnant," Harry said.
"You said that without stuttering," Draco smiled. "I'm proud of you."
"Smartass," Harry muttered then continued. "What I mean is we're going into this blind. We know absolutely about wizard pregnancies. We need to find out about that. Hell, we need to find out how to even tell if I'm pregnant. We're going to need a medi-wizard we can trust to help with this."
"With Uncle Severus making the potion, we're going to be parents," Draco said. "He doesn't make mistakes like that."
"Not accidentally, at least," Harry said.
"My father was probably holding something over his head as well," Draco said. "That's the only way he would have agreed to this."
"You're probably right on all counts," Harry mused. "He wouldn't have done it otherwise."
"We need to find out why my father was so insistent on this marriage and baby in the first place," Draco said, "but I don't think he'll tell us."
"We'll find a way, with his help or without it," Harry said. "Tomorrow, we need to go to the library and find some books on pregnancy, male pregnancy specifically."
"Aunt Moria will help us with whatever we need," Draco said. "Money won't be a problem, either. I'm sure Father will be willing to spend however much it takes to make sure everything is all right and we have everything we need or want. You're carrying the Malfoy heir, after all."
"Which is why he'll do anything to protect me," Harry said. His eyes grew wide. "At least until after the baby is born. After that, he'll have the heir and won't need me anymore."
"He won't hurt you," Draco promised. He reached across the table and grabbed Harry's hand. "I'll make sure of that. Malfoy's are very protective of their spouses and don't take lightly to them being threatened, even from other members of their family." Harry gave him a small smile.
"Thanks," Harry said quietly. "Look. There's more going on here than either of us know about. The two main players in this little game are Lucius and Dumbledore and neither of them are going to willing to share what they know with us."
"We need allies," Draco said, "and I know the perfect people."
"Uncle Severus and Aunt Moria," Harry said. "Do you think they will help?"
"If we approach them the right way, I'm sure they will," Draco said. "Uncle Severus doesn't like being manipulated and Aunt Moria has been against this since she found out. They'll help if just to make sure we're safe."
"Once we find out if I'm pregnant, I'm owling Sirius and Remus," Harry said. "Once they find out about this...."
"And we convince them not to kill my father or Dumbledore," Draco interjected.
"They'll help us as well," Harry finished. "You know, once people find out about this, things are going to really weird."
"Harry, this entire situation is weird," Draco said.
"All right, weirder," Harry said. "Like my life can get any weirder."
"Obviously, it can," Draco said. "I mean, we're married and you're pregnant."
"Like I could forget that," Harry said. He wiggled in his seat. "Especially after last night."
"You had fun."
"So did you."
There was a moment of silence then they both started laughing. It got stronger and louder until both of them were almost falling out of their chairs. After a while, it died down and they looked at each other.
"You know, this could only happen to us," Draco said.
"You know, I wish it would happen to someone else for a change," Harry said. He yawned. "I don't know about you but I'm tired. Why don't we leave all of this until after Christmas? We can still visit the library tomorrow but I don't think there's much we can do until after Christmas."
"You're probably right," Draco agreed. "We'll make it through the hols then start making plans, we start taking back our own lives." They nodded to each other then got up and headed for the bedroom.
After showering and getting ready for bed, they sat on opposite sides of the bed. Finally, with a collective sigh, they pulled back the covers and climbed into the bed.
"We've had sex," Draco said.
"We should be able to sleep in the same bed," Harry said.
"Friends that have sex," Draco said.
"A united front," Harry said. Silence. "So, Draco, do you like to cuddle?"
With a smile, Draco reached out and pulled Harry next to him.
TBC