I wouldn't change a thing (7/?)
Reviewers:
Baddassgothicgirl: I know, walking in on your parents is pretty traumatic.
TexasJeanette: Harry's not giving Draco another chance because he doesn't really trust him anymore and Draco doesn't think what he said was that horrible. It's not that Lucius has become nice, it's more of Lucius has developed a soft spot for Harry. How Draco and Harry got together in the first place will be explained in either this chapter or next chapter.
My first flame for this story!
Fuckoff: Yeah, see that little thing that says M-PREG? That means men can get pregnant in this fic. Of course I know men can't get pregnant in real life but this is fiction. Fiction means not real. Gee I would have thought you knew how people got pregnant. Well, when two people love each other, or are just very horny and don't take precautions, they have sex. Sex results in little babies, or in the case of my 13 year old brother, hell-spawns named Ares.
Slytherin Bitch 4ever: This is a Harry/Lucius story.
On to the chapter!!!
Warning: There is sex at the end of the chapter!
Chapter 7: Late night visitors
Harry walked down the hall in a daze. He had just walked in on his father having sex with Tonks. This new information was bit hard for Harry to process. If he hadn't been pregnant, he more than likely would have gotten piss drunk to forget what he saw. He lay back on his bed and tried to fall asleep. However, every time he closed his eye, he saw his father ad Tonks. Finally, he got up and started pacing. Ron and Hermione were no doubt fast asleep. 'If you ever need anything, just ask.' Harry remembered Lucius' words and went over to the fireplace in his room.
On the mantle sat a gold and pearly grey and white and blue enamel urn. It had belonged to his great grandfather who had resided in the same room. It was decorated in elaborate baroque-style filigree and was, as always, filled to the brim with floo powder. Harry took a small handful of the soft, fine-grain powder and threw it into the flame, calling Lucius Malfoy at Malfoy Manor.
A bleary-eyed Lucius fell through the fireplace rather ungracefully and yawned. "I'm sorry, I just need someone to talk to and Ron and Hermione are sleeping and so is everyone else." Harry began to ramble and plonked himself down on his feather bed.
"So you decided to wake me up?" Lucius asked, sitting down next to Harry. The young man nodded and bit his lip. "So what was so important that you felt the need to drag me out of bed at two in the morning?"
"I accidentally walked in on my father having sex." Harry hung his head and let his hands rest on his growing stomach. "That's not even the half of it. It's my friend Tonks; she's several years older than me."
"Andromeda and Ted's girl?" Lucius asked. Harry nodded, biting his lip. "Your father is sleeping with my twenty-one year old niece?" Again, Harry nodded. Lucius didn't seem too fazed by the new development, in fact, he laughed at the idea.
"Lucius?" Harry asked, waving his hand in front of the blonde's eyes.
"Sorry, there, Harry. Hmm. Let me guess. You're upset because you're afraid she's going to replace your mother and take up all you father's time."
"No, I'm just upset that they felt they needed to hide this from me. Ow." Harry winced slightly.
"What's wrong?" Lucius asked, worried about the younger man.
"Kidney shot. It seems that your grandson is quite the active baby." His brow furrowed as Lucius cringed at the word 'grandson.'
"May I?" He asked softly before placing his hand over Harry's growing stomach.
Stifling a yawn, Harry leaned against Lucius' side and placed a hand over Lucius', guiding his hand over to where the baby was. His stomach tied itself into a knot at the contact. He never found himself so enthralled by someone before. "Pretty amazing, isn't it?" Harry's voice had that sleepy huskiness to it which Lucius found irresistible. But, then again, there wasn't too much about the raven haired young man that wasn't irresistible. Lucius had to remind himself that the incredibly sexy young man pressed up against him was having his son's child.
"Harry, are you tired?" Lucius asked. Harry yawned again and nodded. Harry lay down comfortably on the bed but grabbed Lucius' hand when the older man moved to leave.
"Do you think you could stay with me until I fall asleep?" Harry asked, his big green eyes pleading with Lucius.
"Of course." Lucius was nervous, though he would never admit it. He slipped into the bed next to Harry and was pleasantly surprised when he felt an arm draw him closer to Harry's warm, pregnant body.
"Lucius, is something the matter?" Harry asked, snuggling as close as he could to the older man. He didn't know what to say. Yes there was something the matter. How was he supposed to keep a level head with the object of his affection pressed so close to him? He wished he could just kiss Harry's perfect, rosy-pink lips. That had been the first thing he noticed about Harry. He loved his lips. They were perfectly shaped, kissable, and full with just the slightest tint of red mixed with a rosy-pink. He was forced to shift slightly only because he didn't want the boy to know the kind of effect he had on him. 'He looks so angelic.' Lucius thought
"You didn't answer my question before." Harry murmured sleepily.
Lucius was dead tired himself. He didn't know how much longer he could trust himself not to divulge things to Harry. His breath caught as Harry moved against Lucius, the boy's leg just millimetres from the older blonde's hardening cock. "Shh. Just sleep now, Harry." He purred.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Why haven't you kissed me yet? I know you've been thinking about it. You keep staring at my lips."
Lucius was caught off guard and stared wide eyed at Harry in the dark. His chest tightened and his stomach flip-flopped. Lucius continued to stare blankly at Harry, completely gob-smacked. The moonlight that passed through a slit in the curtains let a tiny sliver of moonlight in that just happened to illuminate Lucius' steel grey eyes.
With a frustrated sigh, Harry pulled Lucius closer and closed the distance between their lips. Once Lucius reciprocated the kiss, Harry realised that it was nothing like kissing Draco. Kissing Lucius sent a wave of emotion through Harry's body. He noticed that Lucius' lips were more pliant than Draco's and moved with much more confidence. He gasped as Lucius tongue probed his mouth, seeking out his tongue then moaned appreciatively as Lucius' hand rested on his lower back and his tongue touched all the sensitive spots in his mouth.
Harry was quickly becoming even more aroused than before and moved Lucius' hand to the front of his pyjama bottoms. "You don't want this, Harry. We should stop." He whispered against Harry's lips.
"I've never wanted this more; Lucius and I know that you don't want to stop." Harry's hand slipped under Lucius' silk robe and into the pyjamas he wore. The small hand slid under the waist band of Lucius' pyjama bottoms, gently massaging the man's ass. "Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop right now and we'll forget this ever happened."
"I want this Harry. I've wanted this for a while now." His mouth travelled downward and latched onto Harry's neck, suckling the tender skin below his ear. "Harry, are you sure about his? I mean, you're pregnant and everything."
"I can still have sex. Poppy said it was perfectly safe." Harry bit down on Lucius' bottom lip and removed his pyjamas. He picked up his wand from the bedside table and pointed to the fireplace, "incendio." The flame flickered and cast shadows on their bodies.
"You're gorgeous." Lucius whispered as he slid his robe and pyjama top off and removed the bottoms. "Simply gorgeous." He slowly, teasingly kissed his way to Harry's enlarged stomach. The younger man fumbled blindly in the drawer of his bedside table and withdrew a vial of aromatic oil. It would suffice…for now anyways. He just didn't feel like going into the bathroom to retrieve the jar of lubricant in the medicine cabinet.
Lucius removed the flaccid cock from his mouth and worked his way back up his body, laving each nipple 'til Harry was quietly begging him for more. He poured a small amount of oil on his hand and slicked him penis and several fingers with the lavender scented oil. Kissing Harry hard on the mouth so he could taste himself, Harry groaned as a single finger entered him and was soon joined by a second then a third. Harry's body arched every time Lucius hit his prostate and nibbled on his earlobe. "Lucius, fuck me." Harry breathed as he withdrew his fingers which were soon replaced by the blunt head of Lucius' cock. He slid in completely sheathing his throbbing erection within Harry's hot, firm body. What bothered Lucius was the baby. He was worried that he might accidentally injure it somehow.
The shadows from the fire danced on their sweaty skin, making them glow. This was completely different from sex with Draco. Lucius took his time pleasuring Harry and knew just how to drive him wild and make it last. Draco, though it was great sex, was rushed and not entirely satisfactory at times. Harry and Lucius made love quietly; only the sound of their laboured breathing and the occasional whispered endearment and the sliding of sweaty flesh against each other could be heard. Lucius's arms wrapped around Harry as the boy arched off the bed and came, his cock touched only twice. Lucius came mere seconds after him. They lay side by side, catching their breath and waiting for their heart rate to go back to normal. "Scourgify." Harry murmured. The mess on the bed was cleaned and the two moved closer and wrapped their arms about one another.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted that." Lucius breathed into Harry's ear. "Harry?"
"Yes." Harry sighed, snuggling against the blonde. "I've wanted to do that for a while, too."
"I understand if you don't want to but I was wondering if you wanted to be with me."
Harry's face lit up. 'This is how it's supposed to be.' He thought. Their lips connected briefly yet passionately. "What does that tell you?"
"I don't want anyone to know until Christmas in a few days." Lucius admitted.
"Why?"
"To be completely honest, Severus may be my dearest friend but the man scares me. I'm not as tough as people think I am. You of all people should know that my whole attitude is just for show. As much as I would love to stay and wake up with you tomorrow morning, I should get going. I'll come by tomorrow night." He kissed his new lover again and flooed back to his own home.
Harry layback on his bed as happy as could be. He slipped his pyjamas back on and remembered exactly what they had just done.
Next chapter: Christmas!
A/N: The reason for Severus not getting custody of Harry after Lily's death will be explained in later chapters.