Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters and I am not making any money off of this. Don't sue, I'm poor. I also haven't read book five or six and don't care that I haven't!
A.U. and Mpreg DM/HP a.k.a. dominant Draco and submissive Harry.
Author note: Sorry it took me so long, my school starts early, and I've already been it for weeks! I started the 17th. I so don't have enough time. Anyway, here's a long one for you. Oh and as I said this was supposed to be a one-shot so I don't exactly know where this story is going. I'll try my best, but opinions and comments would be helpful.
"Win At Any Cost"
By GreyPenInk
Part 3
Harry shoved Draco away hoping he would at least hit his head on the floor, but no such luck. Something slowed Draco down until there was only the tiniest of a bump sound made. It left Harry feeling highly unsatisfied.
Draco was now wondering if Harry would ever get off. The black haired boy was sitting right on the end of his ribs and stomach, which were starting to hurt! He really had no tolerance for pain, he didn't even want to grow to endure pain. Right now knocking Harry away seemed like a wonderful idea, but that would only piss his spouse off; therefore, he decided to try to appeal to a more civil approach. "For how much longer do you plan to be squishing my insides, my Dearest?" Sarcasm dripped from his drawl.
The shorter boy felt the corner of his left eye twitch, both from Draco and the building pain in his body. He would have tried to punch Draco again if it would have done any good. Of that part of the contract he did believe in. "Oh but Darling, aren't married couples supposed to be close? I could stay here all day."
The sheer amount of sweetness in the brunet's voice was sickening, but what made it worse was the fiery glare Harry gave him. The ex-Gryffindor was really planning to stay sitting on him! "Alright get up already! Or I'll move you myself!"
"What'cha gunna do, Darling?"
Draco bit back a growl. He would have just said sleep but he didn't want Harry to go limp and fall on him. The grey-eyed male grabbed Harry's hips, noticed something was off about them, and lifted Harry up with little effort.
Harry was surprised but quickly clutched at Draco's collar again. It did nothing to stop Draco from sitting up and gently setting Harry in his lap. "What now, Dearest?" Draco saw that shock had frozen Harry and took the opportunity to mess with him. He knew he would pay for it later but his Slytherin side couldn't pass it up; so he slid his right hand down to his spouse's bum and squeezed.
The smaller boy sprang back, tried to get away only to loose his balance and fall on the very bottom that had just been molested. Fire began to painfully burn in his thighs and lower body, especially about his hips. The rest of him felt like he'd suddenly been dipped into too hot water and a flushed tone spread on his skin. He ducked his head and bit his lip to keep from crying out.
Draco had almost busted with laughter when Harry had landed on his ass. Served him right for sitting on him! Years of conditioning to be a cold, collected Malfoy being the solitary thing that save him laughing out right. He watched the Boy-Wonder flush and assumed it was in embarrassment. "Was that close enough for you Dearest?" When the Golden-Boy made no come back, it clicked that that was not the normal coloring from mortification.
'Oh Merlin it hurts!' the emerald eyed youth thought. Harry didn't know what was going on, it hadn't hurt nearly this much when he woke up. It felt like he was being ripped and stretched on the inside. Like his bones, organs, tendons and muscles were getting painfully and forcible rearranged. The worst of the pain from somewhere deep inside; there was both an immense ball of pressure and an excruciating felling of someone squeezing the bloody pulp out of the organs that surrounded the pressure ball. Automatically his hands reached out to grab something, the crimson duvet cover being the closet item.
A horrifying idea passed through his brain, what if Draco was telling the truth? All heat vanished from Harry's body, leaving only an icy cold in every cell. 'What if I'm turning into a girl! Is Draco really going to rape me? Am I really going to get knocked up! I can't be a mum, I'm a boy! How will it come out?...Oh magical mother of Merlin! How would it come out!' A wave of lightheadedness and a sensation of not getting enough air chose that moment to attack him. Forcibly blocking out the near feint and hyperventilating, Harry gripped the comforter harder and pulled himself up. It was tremendously painful but his hardest problem was his balance, his center of gravity was completely different.
Draco was alarmed with the sight before him; his wife was stubborn enough to try to get up now. Five years suddenly seemed a lot longer. If he helped right now maybe he could shave off a few days. Yet if he did try to help it might only cause more trouble. He had a sinking suspicion that his grab to Harry's rear was interpreted as a sexual advance rather than a prank, and some how Harry's body was trying to hasten the change to met the "request." Another touch could worsen it. His choice in the matter was taken from him when Harry started to tip too far back. Just like at the train lavatory he caught the brunet and wrapped his arms around the thin waist. Yet this time he ran his hands up and down the Harry's sides. Draco now knew what was off with Harry's hips; they were now curvier, more like a woman's. 'They changed to accommodate for future pregnancy.' He guessed.
The feel of Draco's hands running over his body caused the Boy-Who-Lived to lose it. "Now? Now of all times you want to touch me, when I'm in pain! You sick perverted son of a bitch!" He bellowed and released his magic. Normally he tried very hard to keep his power in check no matter how mad he was. Yet now, to hell with it! He was hurt, he was afraid and he had to get out of this wretched place!
Raw, undirected power commenced to pour out of Harry, pushing at everything near to him. As he sent the all the furniture close to him into the walls with sheer force of magic he felt his pain lessen. Harry released more of his power and Draco tightened his hold on to him, straining his arm muscles. The air in the room thickened, growing moist and stale, before it began to crackle like lightning. Wind from nowhere rushed around the ceiling, rattling the chandeliers. Random objects started to float and fly while the things not up in the air, like the windows began to shake. Fire ignited on the rugs, the walls and the bed. Harry let loose more of his power and the pain was almost gone. It took all of Draco's strength to hold on to his wife now. The wind picked up and sent the chandeliers crashing to the floor. The fire spread to the doors in the room. The shacking objects started to crumble into bits.
When the windows exploded from being hit by black lightning that appeared from the electric air Draco was blown out of his shock. Just as the entire room began to quake, the floorboards to break, and the walls to split; Draco leaned down and whispered in the shorter boy's ear, "Sleep."
The second after he said the command Harry was deep asleep, the room was absolutely still and silent. Well it was until a pounding at the burnt doors echoed in the wrecked room.
"Draco! Draco! Are You Alright! Draco! Answer Me Precious!" screamed the terrified voice of Narcissa Malfoy.
Just holding on to the brunet had taking a toll on him. Draco was exhausted; he could barely keep Harry and himself up. He looked around the demolished room and didn't know what to tell her.
At not hearing any answer she cried again for her son and tried to open the door. The shaking of the room had put such a high amount of pressure on the frame that it had cracked and now firmly held the doors shut.
A loud fierce growled out spell, was the only warning the poor door got before it was viciously yanked and thrown away. Narcissa ran in, any man would have thought her a vision in white, beauty incarnated, but Draco just saw his mother temporarily forgetting all her etiquette and nearly tripping over a broken floorboard. When she reached her son she gave him a quick glance then promptly levitated up both her son and her daughter-in-law, and carried the two out of the room. The elder Malfoy wife didn't stop once reaching the hall, instead she went straight to her wing of the Mansion.
Draco didn't protest, he knew it would be pointless because for the next half hour or more she would be relentlessly double-checking that he was fine. Every single time he got hurt and she found out about it meant, she would drag him to her lounge, keeping him hostage for the next three hours. His mother was always so overprotective and unreasonable. He sighed, watched the portraits on the walls as they passed by and waited to reach the lounge. 'Maybe if I play my cards right I can get her to focus on Harry instead. Hm. I'm so glad his not awake to see this or me not even protesting.' Actually Draco had give up trying to get out of his mother's levitation spell at age seven.
Once in her lounge she placed the two, where else but in the love seat. The blonde woman then proceeded in many rapid-fire questions, casting numerous spells just to check for herself, asking more question and commanding him to drink a variety of potions. It was a good forty-five minutes before he could get more than a sentence in edge-wise. He was truly tired of trying to convince her that he was fine, it was time for a new tactic.
It took him a second to swallow his pride and let out a piteous moan. 'Circe I haven't sounded that bad since third year when that ruddy giant chicken attacked me! Hm, or fourth year with that whole ferret incident.' Yet it had worked.
"Precious? What is it? Have I missed some hurt?" Narcissa was in near hysteria! Draco hadn't sounded so bad since the year that hippogriff got him. Oh that had been horrific! Her Precious had chunks of bone missing from his arm. Also his muscles, nerves, veins and minor arties had been completely severed where that atrocious beast had stuck. It had taken the school nurse, Severus and herself to set it all back to normal.
"It's him Mother. I fear my spouse is not well. Help him please. I am extremely concerned for him." He lied through his teeth.
For the first time since Harry came to her home she looked at the one that her son is to be a husband to. This person that is going to bring fatherhood too soon to her child. A part of her wanted to slap him, yell at him or even just glare at him for being born. It was in her first instinct to despise those whom her Precious hated, but as she watched him she couldn't. The smaller boy was exceedingly pale, beginning to sweat and twitch. He was in pain, that was obvious, but all things concerning his physical state were supposed to dealt with by the contract, so could she interfere? Should she help this unwanted guest?
A hand on her forearm pierced through her thoughts. Draco was looking at her, watching her with surprise in his face. As they kept their gaze she saw the disappointment and disbelief creep in. Was her son disappointed in her for not helping? 'Maybe if I think of it as insuring grandchildren? How strange, me a grandmother at my age, a chilling thought really.'
Taking no further ado, she changed the over stuffed chair beside her into an examining table, transported Harry on to it and removed his shirt. Immediately the two blondes were hit with a strong smell of B.O. Harry had still been in the same garments he had been in at King's Cross Station and due the feverish sweats he'd been having the clothes were almost as ripe as Harry himself. After placing a quick cleaning spell on both the brunet and his clothes, she realized it would be mainly her taking care of Harry.
Narcissa's body was on autopilot, checking this, spelling that, and stuffing a few potions into Harry. It was simple actually. His was just changing parts and forming items necessary for pregnancy and childbirth. As the contract implied it was only Harry's lower body that had alterations occurring, though it was at a faster rate than she had presumed it would be. She treated the smaller boy for pain, muscle tension, raw nerves, fevers, raw tissue, chills, raw blood vessels, sweats, dehydration, malnutrition, stress, weak bones and lastly exhaustion. In less then seven minutes she was done, but her mind was still speeding.
'I'm the one who will be taking care of this boy.' Narcissa suddenly needed to sit down; she stated so and did. 'It won't be Draco, he is too young, it will be me. For the next few years I'll be taking care of both of them, no the three of them.' Anxiety and resentment surfaced but was quickly reasoned into submission. 'Better I than Draco taking care of Harry and the baby. Teenagers should not be talking care of other teenagers, let alone babies!'
Draco watched his mother nervously. She had shifted her focus off of him. For a brief moment he had thought his brilliant plan wouldn't work. It had but she had been so mechanical about it and now she was staring off into space. Would she turn her attention back on him? He hoped not.
The blue-eyed woman looked again at the sleeping boy. She knew full well of the Boy-Who-Lived's hate for her family, Bellatrix, Death-Eaters and especially for Lord Voldemort. This would not be any easy transition for Harry or her family. Well maybe it would be for Lucius. Oh how she had pleaded with him to wait another generation or two before enacting the contract but he had not budged. She had out right begged him to at least wait a few years. He had insisted that they needed Harry, not a descendent and needed him now. He was planning something that much she was sure of. Yet what he had in his stubborn head of his was a secret only he knew. Lucius had his way, naturally, and now as his wife she had to support his ideal, no matter how much she detested it.
'Well just sitting here thinking is not going to help anyone, come on Narci, take the first step.' She thought to her self. She went to Harry and ran her fingers through the black locks like she had done with Draco when he was little. Narcissa stopped when he fidgeted. "Precious, you are free to go; though will you please wake him before you leave?"
Draco did not stop to ponder her strange behavior, as soon as he said the word he was out the door.
Dark eyelashes fluttered open to see straight into beautiful, concerned, pastel blue eyes. It took a second but the rest of the face came into focus. A face he recognized yet could not place. She was an older woman, looking to be in her late thirties, with pale skin, light eyes and neatly done up blonde hair. Her features were what really bothered him; he knew he'd seen them before. Maybe when his mind was fully awake he'd get it.
Lady Malfoy giggled slightly at the boy's searching expression. It had been a while since she'd seen anyone openly show how clueless he or she was. "Hello Harry." She paused, giving him one last chance to guess. Nothing happened. "I am Narcissa Malfoy, it is about time we met."
All sleep and comfort flew out of him. 'Bloody Hell she's Malfoy's mum! Where am I? Why is she here? What's going on? Was that all real?' He was interrupted by a fake cough.
"I do not mean to take you from your thoughts; however, I must know if you are alright and if anything hurts or is uncomfortable."
Harry looked around the overly white room for anyone else but found it was just the two of them. Mrs. Malfoy looked expectant for an answer but surely she didn't mean from him.
It was the strange look he gave her that made Narcissa decide to try to transition him in. 'Maybe a pet name would help? Dear, Cherished, Treasure, Sweetness or Honey? No way to tell until you try.' "Harry Dear? Is your head fogged Cherished? Or maybe your throat numbed? That can on the rarer occasions occur aside effects from the potions I gave you." 'Defiantly going with Cherished.'
That got a response out. "Dear? Cherished? What potions? What the fucking Hell is going on here and how the fuck do I get out!" He shouted. 'What the hell is this Nutter playing at?'
A small frown crossed her icy pink lips; she had not expected so strong a reaction. At least not directed at her. A chilling look of complete calculation entered her gaze. "If my original inquiry were to be tended to, I would far more willing to answer your questions. Also if your response would come without vulgar language, my response could be to more then those previously asked."
For an odd instant, he was reminded of Professor McGonagall during one of her warmer moments. 'She'll answer more of my questions and all I have to tell her is I feel awful?... wait.' In truth he was feeling quite well. He was in no pain; not too hot or cold. He was relatively relaxed and refreshed, if a tad bit hungry. "I'm fine."
"Then you are well enough for tea, Cherished?"
Harry felt the corner of his left eye twitch again. "Please don't call me that!"
Narcissa chose to ignore that; instead she called for a House-Elf. "Speckles!"
A small poof at the base of the two overly decorated cream doors announced the arrival of the creature. She like all other House-Elves had bulging eyeballs and was tiny but it seemed to be an older Elf. She had few facial wrinkles and was wearing two exceedingly clean, large handkerchiefs, with Malfoy crest and all. "Mistress Malfoy wanted Speckles?"
Without turning she began; "Yes, could you please bring up tea for the two of us, also sandwiches. Oh, and please ask the others to restore his room. It would be wonderful if it could be finish by nine. That is all, Speckles."
In a poof she was gone.
The brunet wasted no time and dove into his questions. "What potions? What do they do? Where am I now? Why are you here? Why am I here if my ancestors made the contract? That marriage contract can't be legal! I'm a boy, how can I have a kid? And can I ask more questions then this?"
Narcissa mentally signed and all the questions, though it did prove that Cherished was not showing any side effects. "I gave you several potions to do various jobs, yet to overall heal you. Some have already finished working like the one to heal damaged tissue, the one to relax, the one to nourish and hydrate you. The pain medication should last until nine if not later. The temperature regulator should last for another three days. Oh and I'm not sure if the high energy elixir worked, it was a bit old." Pause. "Was there more to that you wanted to know?"
His emerald look answered for him.
"Next question then, you are here because I brought Precious and you here after you chose to remodel your room. I normally bring Draco in here after some accident. It was you who needed the help this time. This is where all my potions, magical healing items and favorite objects are kept. I am here because this is my lounge, I spend most of my time here."
"But that still doesn't answer my other questions!"
Another poof announced Speckles return with a large tray holding everything. Harry ideally noticed that there were three empty plates. The little creature then proceeded to place the tray on a near by table and serve the tea. It even placed the small triangle sandwiches on the plates, severed then and then itself. She took a seat on a footstool and proceeded to eat.
Narcissa gave her second fake cough. "I will get you the contract to read some time, but for now I'll explain. Since the beginning of the civilized wizarding world, strength and purity of bloodlines has been of severe importance, to the point where it has become a social status. Arranged marriages brought both power and wealth to many a family. The contracts were made to insure them and have become a commonly done tradition in pure blood families. I myself have one." She paused and sighed. "In these contracts nearly anything can be demanded so long as the makers seal and empower the parchment with their blood. Not exactly sanitary yet those were the legal times back then. Blood is the best way to insure that the magic in the contract will last and that the heirs will fallow through." She stopped to drink. "Usually the agreements are more reasonable to both sides unlike yours. However your ancestor was in a …demanding situation. It was left to any future Malfoy heir to decide when and which Gryffindor heir, male or female. It is all legal." The blonde looked at him in the eyes since they started talking.
Harry was pissed. He didn't want to hear that! That's like what Draco said! Shit! He had been hoping for something along the lines of facing off with the Voldemort! He didn't want to be MARRIED to Draco! "I'm not sure if I believe you, I don't know if you're lying, I don't trust you and you haven't answered my last questions."
Narcissa smiled tightly, "Maybe it would by best if you didn't know."
He glared and that was all the incentive she needed to tell him in glorious, gory, detail what was going on. Lady Malfoy let him know of every new body part, every change that would need to happen, of all the 36 men in history that had had this happen to them, the conception that would be needed, pregnancy that would happen and of how the baby was going to come out. Needless to say that Harry had grown paler with each passing sentence and by the end of her explanation he, with all his hero courage, fainted on the spot.
Narcissa Malfoy sighed and shared a look with the quiet Speckles. "Men, they act like child birth is a bizarre alien concept!"
Speckles just nodded in agreement, "Its the same with the male elves, Mistress."
Harry was woken by a hand shacking his shoulder and Draco insisting that he get up.
Memories of his talk with Mrs. Malfoy rushed back to him and he hurriedly pushed the taller boy's hand away. Once he got the vile hand off him, he reached blindly for his glasses that he hoped where near by. It wasn't when he found then for the second time, but when he put them on again did he realize his glasses where fixed. 'Did Draco fix these for me?' he wondered briefly before focusing on the male blonde.
Draco was looking else where, at the wall; Harry idly noticed that they were in his newly reconstructed, red and gold room. When they finally locked glazes, he was met with a cold, collected look. 'Fuck you!' he thought.
As if reading his wife's mind he snarled at the other boy. He was highly tempted to just leave, but he did have things to take care of. Reluctantly he held out the contract to Harry. "Mother believes you should read this for yourself."
The Boy-Who-Lived took it calmly, yet he couldn't help thinking it would bite him. When Draco made no move to go, he raised a questioning eyebrow.
Draco mentally frowned; he really did hate it when he was left to read other people's expressions. "Is it truly so difficult for you to ask a question?"
Harry's glared at him.
"You've been here three days without eating. Its ten now, you missed dinner. Your dinner's on the desk, eat something before you go to sleep again."
Harry looked over to the desk on the other side of the vast room; there was a large covered silver tray on it. He honestly wasn't hungry, probably from all the potions Mrs. Malfoy stuffed him with. He knew he should eat but he had no idea how he was going to get all the way over to the desk. Though he was in no pain, last he remembered his balance and walking did not mix well.
Draco watched his spouse stare at the desk. He noticed the speculative look in his emerald eyes and figured out what was going. 'Maybe this will help my situation.' With a wave of his hand he moved the piece of furniture to the end of Harry's bed. He was not surprised at the brunet's surprise. "There's more I have to tell you. It would be a good idea to show you around the mansion if you are well enough, it should take two days. By then you'll be finished with all the changes. We will be going with Father to a meeting and the next day we are expected to…make an heir. So here." He held out a fair sized glass bottle to him.
The smaller boy could feel his own eyes bulging. He of course didn't take the bottle; in fact he scooted away from the blonde boy holding it. He tried to work his mouth, tried to speak but nothing came out! It was on the eighth time that he finally got out a very loud; "GET THE HELL OUT! LEAVE!"
The current Malfoy heir was phenomenally tempted to yell back at his little wife but knew it would be better for him in the long run if he stuck with his plan and remained calm. "It has to happen, it is in the contract and if we wait too long the magic sealed in the parchment will, one way or another, make it happen. If the contract does it then it will be the worse for us, especially you! If we plan it at least we can have it be less detrimental to us."
Every part of Harry was screaming for him to run, but his mind demanded that he find out what the contract would do to him. "What would happen if we didn't? And how the bloody fucking way are you so calm about this!"
"Having the both of us riled up will not help us discuss this matter. As for what will happen if we don't… it has been previously recorded from other couples in unwanted contracts that… remember that it was made in an age that was more… primitive… so..."
"Get on with it!"
'To hell with it! If he is going to be such a pill at about this might as well not sugar coat it!' "We'll both go into a demonic heat, which for your information is far more vicious and bloody than what animals go through. It would be a week and a half continuous violence and it would be you, Dearest that would come out the worst for it."
Harry didn't even want to imagine that as a possibility. It sounded to evil and cruel. "So what's your plan Darling?"
"Are you willing to try my plan?"
Harry growled at him but it had no affect. 'You great jackass.' "Willing to listen is more like it."
'Good enough… for now.' "If the potion is rubbed on to the skin it will numb all it stays on. It takes twenty minutes to take effect, once the numbing sets in lasts for two hours. Though after the potion has done its job it is merely a harmless overly slippery substance. It can be applied internally, and I suggest you start practicing with it along with some stretching."
Harry gave him a look of disbelief. 'He wants me to use it as a lube! Stretch myself! Arrogant needle dick Bastard!' He couldn't find that right words to say to Draco at the moment.
'Oh look two brain cells actually fired. I think he actually got it! About damn time!' thought the bigger male. "It's simply a possible plan. Besides if you agree to do it, I can make it at least worth it for you."
Harry's only response was that the room started to shake again.
Draco quickly backed away, arms up in surrender. He just did not have near enough energy to handle his wife's power twice in one day and he truly did not feel like being turned into a smear on the wall. "Not like that! Stop you idiot! Never like that! Let me explain!"
The shaking stopped.
"The meeting we are attending with Father is a Death-Eater meeting. Voldemort and all high ranking loyal members will be there." Emerald eyes turned dark, near black and skin changed to the color of milk. Real fear was not masked well enough, and for some reason it had Draco shiver on the inside. "Calm yourself, this is a good thing, I assure you!"
'How can it be a good thing to confront Voldemort while a prisoner by the Malfoys?' He wondered.
"Remember when I said that right now you can't die?"
Harry only nodded. He knew if he opened his mouth now, it would just be insults and yelling that would come out.
"I was not exaggerating, that document will not let you die before the chance of conception after marriage can occur. Nothing can kill you. No one at the meeting will even be able to hurt you."
"Oh that's lovely then! So at least I know I won't be hurt while I'm paraded around like a blooming victory prize! I'll be sure to remember to be grateful for that safety when the jeering and laughter starts!"
Draco suddenly frowned openly and looked surprised at what his spouse had said. "No one will do anything of the sort to you. You are my wife, essentially a Malfoy now, none would dare say a taunting word or let out an insulting laugh to you. They all know a Malfoy husband will defend his wife's social honor and will have to answer to me if such were to happen."
Harry gave the older boy his second look of disbelief for the evening. His brain was spinning but one thought stood out vividly. 'He sincerely thinks of me as his wife.' The black haired boy had mixed feeling about that. Other thoughts occurred to him and an absolutely awestruck look settled in his expressive face. 'Then would he stand up for me. Would he treat me as a spouse.' He felt heat rise in his cheeks.
Draco observed the color return to the ex-Gryffindor, then more color than needed shaded his face. 'He's blushing! He looks better like that.' The grey eyed one pushed that line of thinking away. He needed to reveal his full plan and get an agreement out of Harry. "Back to the topic, since Voldemort and the high ranking Death Eaters will be there it will be the perfect opportunity to get the one thing you what more then anything in the word."
"Freedom?" Harry asked hopefully.
Draco felt the vein in his forehead pulse. 'Once a stupid Gryffindor, always a stupid Gryffindor!' "No Harry. Listen, this is a deal. You use the potion and I, at the meeting, get you want you want the most in the world. Revenge my dearest, I'll insure your revenge."
TBC