Chapter 7
The summer months had approached as June finally reared its extremely sunny and humid days. Malfoy Manor was constantly inhabited by the working men of the home as Hogwarts let out for the year.
Narsissa had spent countless hours working on her hands and knees in the dirt (an act Lucius prohibited), building incredible gardens for all to view.
Evan found the flower and vegetable infested areas oddly more enjoyable than anyone else, and this peculiar behavior was raising suspicions. His broom has been mended and was working as good as new. Harry would chuckle and pretend to reach out and catch the back of the broom as the giggling boy would scream by, barely clearing his father's head. However, Draco was playing this favorite game more now.
Even though the morning sickness had begun to wear off, hot summer weather was rough on the four-month pregnant man. He was showing more every month and now his favorite t-shirts were getting to be too tight. But, the former Slytherin found his husband extremely sexy with his shirts pulled taut over the stomach encasing his children. Therefore, the moans and groans of two men having sex were frequently heard throughout the castle.
Never fear, Narsissa and her greasy, yet charming husband were constantly creating noises of their own from places such as the kitchen, Snape's personal potion's lab, and also in Evan's favorite vegetable garden of carrots and lettuce.
"Daddy Harry!"
Harry was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts of the past month as he swung back and forth lazily in the hammock beside the tiny pond of water lilies (another one of Narsissa's projects). He opened his eyes slowly, adjusting to the light of a sunset and settled on the sight of his son, broomstick in hand, and pouting angrily. "Yes?"
"Come play with me!" His tiny lips pouted even more. "You never play with me anymore!"
Groaning, he spread his legs a bit and sat up in the hammock. "Evan, I just can't anymore for awhile."
"You never can!" Evan threw down his broomstick and narrowed his eyes. "I hate you!"
"Evan!" Harry called but his son was already storming off towards his garden. "I'm such a horrible father," he mumbled as he laid back down, threw his glasses on the ground, and rubbed his eyes with his palms.
"No you're not." Draco strolled out from around the corner, a small smile on his face.
Harry recognized his husbands voice immediately and did not bother to open his eyes. "Yes, I am," he groaned.
Chuckling, Draco approached, clad in shorts and a t-shirt, and proceeded to climb into the hammock with Harry. "Just because you can't play a dangerous game of 'Catch the boy while he's riding a broomstick' doesn't mean you're a bad father." Draco settled his legs in between Harry's spread legs and leaned down carefully. "You're going to be a wonderful father," he coaxed and covered Harry's lips with his own.
Harry moaned as felt Draco rub against the inside of the legs and press firmly, but gently against his stomach, creating an extreme warm fuzzy feeling deep inside him. His tongue then danced inside his mouth and his husbands, both their bodies beginning to rock against the other. Abruptly, he tore his mouth away, gasping. "Draco, darling, not here."
With a growl, Draco ran his hands down Harry's torso and found the bottom of the tight t-shirt. "Oh, yes, right here." The shirt was pushed upwards, exposing the still stretching skin of Harry's stomach, and ghosting over his sensitive nipples. "Merlin, Harry, How are you so beautiful?"
Harry's head turned to the side as his eyelids started to droop with desire. "Good genetics?" he joked, swallowing with difficulty as he pants were unbuttoned and pulled halfway down his legs. He began to swing a bit as Draco slid off the hammock to remove every inch of his clothing and quickly clambered back on.
"Perhaps," Draco moaned as he straddled Harry and ran his palms over his husbands stomach.
"Yea," Harry barely spoke as he reached down and placed his hand at Draco's opening, pushing one finger in at a time, stretching and preparing him. "Uh, Draco," he groaned as he pulled three fingers out of the blonde's hole and used both hands to grip Draco's hips.
Draco only nodded, his hair falling into his face as he guided himself to Harry's throbbing member and sat down slowly, filling himself to the point that none of Harry's cock could be visible. As Harry began shifting about below him, he rose up and fell back down again, and mimicked the action over and over again. "Oh, god," the blonde mumbled as his hands roamed his lover's body as he was penetrated repeatedly, each downward thrust more enjoyable than the last, until neither could handle it anymore.
Harry bit his lip, arching his back as he came into Draco, and in turn, Draco thrust down one last time and spilt his seed upon his husbands stomach.
Languidly, Draco raised up, Harry's now limp member removed from his body. As his lover continued to pant, he leaned down and licked the swollen stomach clean of any of his cream.
"Thank you," Harry murmured as Draco pulled his pants up and buttoned them after pulling the t-shirt down over his stomach once again. As the sun set further, Harry felt a quick kiss on his forehead before drifting into a restful nap.
Once he was properly dressed again, Draco stepped away from the hammock, a huge grin on his face. When he approached the back porch, his mother came running out, worry written over her face.
"Wipe that satisfied grin off your face and find your son. I have no idea in Merlin where he is!" she scolded as her hands found her hips.
Draco simply smiled more. "I know exactly where he is. Haven't you seen him the garden with your blasted carrots and lettuce?"
"Why on earth would he be there?" Her eyebrow instantly raised as she made her way down the steps and towards the garden, Draco just a few steps behind her.
When they reached the garden, all that could be heard were the faint sounds of hissing, one in a low tone, the other in a higher one. Draco raised a finger to his mother's lips and approached the center of the garden tentatively, making sure not to distract the sound makers.
Neither was prepared for the sight they saw of Evan and a rather large black snake making conversation amongst the feeding ground of rabbits. The small child sat Indian style, his face calm as he faced the great snake resting on his feet. At the sound of his grandmother's gasp, he turned and gave them a grin. "Guess what! I have a new friend!"