Chapter 11

Thoughts, needs, and Harry.

Everyone knew Lord Voldemort was Harry's archenemy, it was in the textbooks and on the tip of people's tongues at well. Every year they had a confrontation, and even though the boy was far too young, everyone crossed their fingers and hoped it was the last. That the great boy-who-lived would finally vanquish the monster once and for all.

But ever year somehow they both got out alive, but not undamaged. It was hard to decide who had more done to them, Harry mentally, or Voldemort physically. Hermione and Ron agreed to give Harry a bit of space, to work things out on his own. To get over his ordeal. And it was during this period that he fell in love with young Mr. Malfoy.

How? No one is really sure; he went out one early morning his walks as usual and came back grinning as if he just won a million bucks. All the Gryffindor's assumed that Harry was finally going back to normal and chatted happily with him on the way to breakfast, tickled when he actually responded to them. Harry glowed like the sun on a perfect Sunday afternoon.

And Hermione and Ron were happy, and since they assumed that the walks were making him better, they let him go out on them. Every morning he went out to go on his 'walks' and came back right before breakfast. And now he was also taking some nice long walks right before bed. Ron was the only one he noticed that he never really came back, but he figured he was spending time with his lover so he covered for him.

He did feel a bit guilty for telling his friends half-truths, but he just wasn't ready to tell anyone yet. Hermione would most certainly tell Dumbledore, she would never approve of raising a baby in Hogwarts. Ron would never be able to hide it from his mom, and she would get so exited she would let it slip to her children and Mr. Weasley and they in turn would let it slip to someone else, and then boom. The whole wizarding world knew about his little Scotty!

And that couldn't do. No, no, no! Plus the fact that his son has a tail, and it was also the Malfoy heir, which also makes the wonderful boy-who-lived, gay. What a scandal! Who knows what the more crazy of fans would do! He knew some of them, who sent him cards on Valentines, were rather obsessive. And he didn't like to think that they would try anything.

He pulled back from his position at his desk and looked around the corner to make sure Draco was still safely tucked in bed, breathing softly. And he was, like a little angel. Scott was next to him as well; his little tail gripped in his tiny fist like a teddy bear. It was rather cute.

Satisfied, Harry turned back to his desk where he was working on his Transfigurations homework. He had no idea how Draco managed to do his homework between all of this excitement, but sure enough in every class he had a perfect paper ready to hand in. And he almost always got a perfect score. Harry had a suspicion that he was blackmailing some Ravenclaw to do it for him, but he wasn't about to confront him about it. Draco was the most easily angered person he had ever seen.

Harry wondered, briefly, if he could somehow convince Draco to blackmail someone to do his homework as well, he knew if he asked nice enough Draco would. Draco would do most anything for him if he really wanted. But that thought passed quickly, he knew if they came out good than the teachers would be suspicious, plus it was wrong and mean.

There was a small shift from the bed and the baby sniffled quietly before it was silent again. Harry had wondered many times why his son didn't scream and cry in the middle of the night like many babies did. He was so...quiet. Almost unnaturally so. But then, he had read 'somewhere' that some wizarding babies could sense there 'mother' in the vicinity, and there for do not call out for them. Not many, ones with more controlled magic usually.

He was drawn out of his musings by a sleepy voice, "Harry, come back to bed." it was Draco, he was rubbing his eyes and looking up at him. He drew back the covers, "Harry..."

Harry could never resist him, even when they were enemies he could never resist a response if he said something. He could never ignore Draco. It was unthinkable. "Alright, I'm pretty much done here anyway." Harry tucked his parchment into his textbook and shut it quietly. He moved gracefully over to the bed and laid down, drawing Draco up close to him and nuzzling his neck. "Mmmm..." Draco murmured, "'t's about time...too." he said with a sleepy smile.

Harry rested his head onto Draco's shoulder and prepared to fall asleep. It was silent for a moment then, "Harry?" Harry grunted. "What are we going to do, you know, after Hogwarts?"

Harry sighed, "Dumbledore and everyone expects me to become an auror." he said. Draco asked him, "Do you want to?" it was silent for a long moment before, "No. I want to be a father. And a doctor, to help people, you know? And not a magical one either." Draco was puzzled, "Why not a magical one?"

Harry shifted, "It's hard to explain, really, but I think muggles need more help with it than wizards do. We have magic to fix everything, they don't. People are dying each day from things we could fix with a flick of the wrist. It's not right." And Draco found that he understood, really.

"I-I understand." he said, smiling slightly, "It's a good cause. Better then all the mindless killings that the auroras do nowadays, they are almost as bad as deatheaters."

Harry sighed, "I know. I don't know what Dumbledore's thinking." he rubbed his head.

Draco snuggled into Harry's neck and breathed in, preparing to go to sleep. Harry was caught up in his own thoughts about his future. What was he going to do?

Draco was feeling rather strange the next morning, as if he knew something was going to happen. He looked over at Harry, wondering if he felt it to, but he seemed to be thinking about something else, he usually was lately.

Draco sighed and laid Scott into his crib, he hoped the house-elves would be able to do a better job then they had before, it was getting kind of irritating.

"I'm going to head off to breakfast." Draco said quietly to Harry. Harry turned to him and nodded, "Yeah, it's been awhile since we've actually gone to breakfast, hasn't it?"

Draco smiled at him slightly and nodded, "That's why I'm going. Plus, I'm expecting a letter from my dad." Harry's gaze turned worried, "You are?"

Draco nodded, "Uh huh, he writes every three weeks, exactly." Harry muttered something that sounded like 'figures.' Draco ran and hand through his hair and glanced at the mirror, "How do I look?" he asked playfully. Harry grinned at him and licked his lips in answer.

Draco strutted over to him and kissed him deeply, "Good." he breathed. Harry growled, "God, if you keep this up you're not going to breakfast, letter or no." Draco smirked at him and turned around, smoothing down his robes and heading to the door. "Can't have that." he said, shaking his head.

Harry seemed disappointed. Draco smiled, "Well, there's a twenty minute break between breakfast and first period..." Harry brightened, "Alright!" he shouted. Draco rolled his eyes and muttered something like, 'horny' and 'unsatiable.'

Harry glared at the back of his head, "Hey! We haven't had sex in days! We used to do it almost every hour, don't tell me you're getting old." Harry said, clucking his tongue.

Draco swirled around, glaring. "I am 'not' old!" he stated, crossing his arms. "We have a 'son' now." he explained. Harry mouthed something like, 'blah blah blah.'

Draco opened his mouth to say something else but was cut off by Harry, "You know, you're already twenty minutes late for breakfast, if you want that letter than you should really get going." Draco whirled around. "SHIT!" he yelled.

Harry clucked his tongue and shook his head, "No using profanities in front of the baby. Remember, we have a 'son' now." he said, repeating what Draco had said seconds before. Draco grinned at him. "Times like these remind me why I married you."

"We're not married...yet. You're making me feel so old. I'm not even in the mood for sex anymore!" he said, as if something like that was unheard of. Draco chuckled. "Look, Draco, I'm serious, if you want that letter than..." Draco was already out the door.

"Well," Harry said, "I still better get that sex after breakfast..."

Draco sat at the Slytherin table, waiting patiently for his letter. His father always wrote every three weeks, on this day. And he knew if his father didn't get a response from him by the next day, then he would get another letter, in a bright red envelope. And the last time he did Harry had told him that if his 'daddy (this was said rather sarcastically) sent him one more howler, than Harry would personally deal with it.

Though he would enjoy his father getting what's coming to him, he didn't want Harry to lose control so he ended up without a father. And it had happened before in Care of Magical creatures...several times actually. When the little monster bit him, Harry blew them up. But being the 'golden boy' he was able to explain all of the incidents off. And Draco wasn't upset in the least that those beasts had perished; though Harry, after he got out of his blind rage, did feel slightly guilty.

Draco opened it hurriedly once it landed in front of him.

Draco,

How are you doing? Good I hope. Have you beaten that mudblood's grades yet? You better have, or you won't be getting that racing broom you wanted.

Your mother says hello.

Lucius M.

Typical letter. Draco folded it up and stuffed it in his pocket. Every letter said about the same thing, though last time his mother had also sent brownies.

Next to him Pansy scooted closer. "Drakey!" she squealed, "I never see you anymore, where have you been? I've been so worried!"

Draco clenched his eyes shut. "I just didn't feel like coming down." he stated blandly, attempting to scoot away from her. She latched onto his arm immediately though. "Are you sick? Oh Draco, you poor, poor baby!" she seemed to have forgotten all about him and Harry. Typical.

"Look, get off me-"

"Draaky!" she squealed, sitting on his lap. Draco tried to pry her hands off of his shoulder, "Parkinson..." he growled warningly. She paid nod heed to him and squashed herself against him. He was getting very annoyed, any angry. She planted a giant kiss on his lips, "Ewww, Parkinson, get off of me!" Roughly he shoved her off.

She paid him a hurt look and covered her mouth, "Drake?" she whispered. Draco glared at her, "Stay the fuck away from me will you?!" he turned back to his plate and shoved it around for a moment before he roughly stood up. Shit! Harry's waiting!

Behind him he could hear Pansy get up. "Drake, I-I'm sorry. I just want-"

"Shut up Parkinson!" he yelled. Some students were looking at them curiously.

"Drake!" Draco didn't bother to answer; he headed to the door. God, she is so annoying.

Hermione was a bit confused, but not so much as Ron. Ron rested his faced on his hands and sighed, "Why is he always with that git? I mean, I know they're like...in love or whatever, but we hardly ever 'see' him anymore!" he said with a frown. Hermione shrugged, "I guess they just like spending time together." she said.

Ron gave her a disbelieving look but withered under the glare she sent him. "Yes Hermione." he said obediently. It did no good to get on Hermione's bad side. None at all.

Hermione began eating her snicker-doodle cookie. Ron was staring blankly at the seat where Harry usually sat. Then he looked across the hall to where Malfoy was pushing Parkinson off of him. "Hey, there's Malfoy!" Ron said, staring at the Slytherin table, confused.

Hermione raised her head briefly. Ron continued, "Well if Malfoy is here, than where is Harry?"

Hermione continued to eat, not answering. "Herm?" Ron asked, looking over at her. She shrugged her shoulders, "Ron, it's none of our business. He told us, not directly, to stay out of it. We just need to be here for him when he needs us. And right now he does not need us." she said, then softer, "We need to give him some breathing room. We're always right there, mothering him, but he doesn't need it. We need to face up to the fact that Harry's all grown up now." she sniffed.

Ron looked like he was about to cry, Hermione than said sternly, "Now eat your peas Ronald." He sighed and picked up his fork. The things he did for love...

Harry was standing outside the Great Hall impatiently. Dammit! Where is Draco?

He had had an erection ever since Draco had mentioned the whole after breakfast thing, and it was getting rather painful as the time neared. Two more minutes!

He hoped that none of his classmates would come out and see him like this, it would be even worse if Snape happened to come out and spot him. He wouldn't want him to get the wrong ideas. Ick.

He shifted, hoping to make his problem less noticeable and moved closer to the giant oak doors. Come on, Draco...I'm horny!

Horny indeed, ever since Scott was born they hadn't done it as much, and he was getting sexually frustrated. Majorly. It wasn't like he could go to someone else to take care of it, not that he'd want to. Hell, even masturbating made him feel slightly guilty.

He peered through the narrow crack in the door. Draco, Draco get out here now! Isn't two minutes enough time to eat lunch and get your frickin' letter?

Every three weeks he got a letter from his father, they all said the same thing. Harry had read them before, and even wrote his own, special responses. Not that he could send them, though he would love nothing more than to tell the jackass off, the threat of no sex for a month weighed heavily on his mind. No way he was going to let Mr. Malfoy of all people dampen his sex life.

Harry shifted again looked around. Come on Draco!

It wasn't helping his problem any, but he reigned himself to the fate that it wasn't going to go away until Draco decided to come out and 'help' him.

He decided, twelve minutes later, that he was going to get revenge for this. Those whips and chains weren't there for nothing. His erection throbbed in agreement, Oh yes; we have to put those to good use. And the new butt plug! Brand new actually, sparkly blue as well.

He peered through a crack in the door and boiled with rage. That bitch Pansy Parkinson was on 'his' Draco. Get off!!! He was immensely relieved when Draco shoved her off, but then she...kissed him.

He turned away from the door. Now he was pissed, and angry. No one touches his property.

Five minutes later, when he was about to rush in there and drag Draco out of the hall, or even fuck him on the table, Draco emerged. He smiled cheerfully when he saw him. "Harry, what are you-oomph!" Harry grabbed him and kissed him roughly. Oh yes, 'this' was what he had been waiting for.

He pressed him roughly to his chest and plundered his mouth with his tongue. He 'was' going to get revenge, no matter what.

Draco squirmed against his chest, and he thought he heard Draco saying something about breakfast being almost over, and that meant people were going to be coming into the halls, but he was too busy plundering Draco's apple flavored mouth.

But when Draco began to nip roughly at his lips to drive his point across, he finally agreed that this was not a good place to do all the naughty things he wanted to do, besides, his chains were in their room.

So he drew back, grasped Draco's left arm firmly, and headed to the Room of Requirement.

Harry slammed open the door. He was horny, pissed (now he had to reclaim his property, not that he could complain) and not in a very patient mood. He glared at the squeaking house-elves. "Out now." he stated plainly, pointing out. They looked confused and he could read their thoughts, to where?

Scott was looking at them curiously; his tail laid on the floor next to him, wagging.

"Just...just go!" he yelled, pointing again at the door, "And if anything happens to Scott, then you are as good as dead."

Draco, from behind him, opened his mouth to say something, but was quickly silenced by Harry. "I saw you with Pansy." He said with a glare. Draco blanched, "You don't actually think-"

"Of course not!" Harry scoffed. He smirked suddenly, "But I have to mark my property, don't I?" He moved over to him and began nipping his neck, "Mmmm, you won't be able to walk for weeks..."

Lemon warning! And that means I can't post it here....but if you want to read it (and I bet 99 out of 100 of you will. Perverts.) You can go to- ht tp:www. livejournal .com/ users/ chronoclockxvii/ - (just remove the spaces)
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It seemed like forever until he came back to his senses. Sometime during then Harry had removed his blindfold, and he got a good look at his reflection. He looked dazed, worn out thoroughly shagged...and what?

Right above his navel was the word mine, written over and over again. Around his neck was a sleek black ebony collar with the words 'Property of Harry Potter' engraved in it in dark red.

And to top all that off, he had a hickey the size of a snowball in two places, on the inside of his thighs, and of course, right by his collarbone.

He swiveled around to glare at his lover, who simply grinned cheekily at him. "What? Don't you like them? I certainly do." Before he could say anything there was a knock on the door and the tiny house-elf Minny entered.

"Please excuse Minny sirs! Minny is just getting food for little master Potter, so maybe little master Potter with stop crying."

"Scott!" Draco yelled, standing up and throwing on his clothes form under the bed. "Oh no! I forgot about him! Oh goodness, I hope he's okay, we just kicked him out. Oh no!"

"Relax baby!" Harry said, coming up behind him. "Do you honestly think I would just throw him out there with no where to go? I made a special room for him to go too on occasions like this, because face it, we're going to be having alot of sex, and he can't be there to watch." Draco nodded, "Why didn't I know?"

Harry shrugged, "I dunno. I guess you would have thought it inappropriate." Draco glared at him, "Hmph, if Scott turns out anything like you than I will-"

"Fuck him too?" Draco gasped and glared at him, "You are such a pervert. Even when it comes to our son!" Then he smiled and shook his head, "Whatever, I'm going to take a shower." he walked into the bathroom. Harry debated following him for a moment, but Draco was in a pretty pissy mood today.

He turned to Minny, "See what I have to put up with for a goof shag?" he asked with a grin. Minny blushed, "Minny says...um..."

He laughed and waved her off, "Just get Scott's food, will you?" She squeaked and ran away.

And Harry was debating what he should do when Draco got out of the shower...

I think I may go back through and write up full lemon scenes for where there supposed to go and post them on LJ. Hmm, what do you think?

I'm thinking about going back through and writing out all of the lemon scenes and posting them on LJ, what do you think?

R & R!