Part 12: Valentine's Day Countdown - Day 3
February 3: Pregnant Pause
"Harry?" Draco looked up at his boyfriend, whose lap he was currently using as a pillow. Harry was running his fingers through Draco's hair while having his nose buried in a book.
"Hmm?" Harry wondered, distractedly.
"What was it like?" Draco asked, cryptically. Harry peered down at him.
"What was what like?"
"Living with them?" Draco had discovered early on that Harry didn't talk much about his life before Hogwarts. Every time he asked, Harry would close himself off.
And he was doing it now, if the tightening of his lips was any indication. Draco sighed. "Please, Harry. I promise not to say anything." Harry contemplated his request for a silent moment.
"Why do you want to know?" Harry asked, slowly.
"When I was a kid, Father would go on and on about the famous Harry Potter and how he had everything handed to him on a silver platter. And when you came to school and Dumbledore started fawning all over you, I was inclined to believe my father's words. But sometimes I see the pain in your eyes when you watch other kids interact with their parents when we go walking in the park." Draco waited patiently for Harry to say something, anything, even if he told Draco to piss off.
"Sometimes I wish your father's words were true, but such is not the case." Harry replied. And, somewhat reluctantly, he began his story, starting with the morning after he woke up on the front steps of 4 Privet Drive.
As promised, Draco let him talk, as the ghosts of Harry's past haunted the raven-haired man. Draco was horrified at the treatment Harry had been subjected to from the people who were supposed to be his family. Harry also recounted the death of Cedric Diggory near the conclusion of the Triwizard Tournament during fourth year.
Somehow during Harry's story, they had reversed positions so that Draco was the one with Harry's head cradled in his lap. Draco massaged Harry's temples gently.
"But Fudge told everyone you did it."
"He would, the bastard. He was a greedy little shite who only cared about himself and his position. Even after fifth year when he was witness to Voldemort himself, he still blamed me for everything." Harry hissed. Draco was silent for a few minutes. He stared down at Harry, who had his eyes closed. He brushed back the fringe over Harry's forehead, staring at the scar that had been a constant in Harry's life since he was a year old. It was faded now but still noticeable, almost like a birthmark. Without thought, Draco leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on that spot. He saw Harry smile. Green eyes opened to look into gray.
"Thank you." Draco smiled.
"For what?"
"For sharing that part of yourself with me. I know it wasn't easy but I appreciate it."
"I know I've been a right bastard to you every other time you asked. I'm sorry. It's never easy to talk about it but you, at least, deserved the truth." Harry conceded. Draco nodded in understanding and was content with rubbing his hands gently over Harry's forehead.
"Draco?"
"What, love?" Draco wondered. Harry smiled slightly at the endearment. He was sure Draco was unaware he'd even said it.
"Why?" Draco looked down into the bright green eyes he'd loved for a long time and understood the question.
"Somewhere along the way, you managed to do what no one has ever been able to do, not even Pansy Parkinson. You opened my heart, Harry, when I long thought I didn't have one. I saved your life that day, but you also saved mine. And for that I can never thank you enough. I love you, Harry. Now and forever." Draco thought his heart stopped when Harry smiled brightly at him. A hand snaked around his neck and Draco allowed himself to be pulled into the kiss, Harry's teeth nibbling at his bottom lip. With a groan, Draco deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding easily into the brunette's mouth.
Without breaking the stimulating contact, Harry scrambled up until he was straddling Draco's thighs. Draco pushed his hands beneath Harry's shirt and brushed his thumbs over the hard peaks that were Harry's nipples. Harry groaned at the feeling, the sound lost into the warmth of Draco's mouth. They parted for air and Draco latched his lips onto Harry's neck, licking at the pulse he felt there. Harry's head dropped back of its own accord allowing the blonde better access to the hot skin beneath his lips.
"Draco." Harry breathed.
"Mmm." the blonde murmured against his neck.
"I want to ride you." Harry surprised himself by saying. Draco pulled back and looked as shocked as Harry felt.
"Come again?" Draco asked, oblivious to the pun he'd made. Harry moved closer.
"I want to ride you." he repeated slowly. He watched Draco's eyes close and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly. When Draco opened his eyes again, his eyes resembled storm clouds.
"Then whom am I to argue?" he whispered, claiming Harry's lips in a fiercely possessive kiss that left Harry breathless.
They quickly divested themselves of their clothing before Harry was once again straddling Draco's legs. Draco's weeping cock was pressed against Harry's thighs and he reached between them, stroking it slowly, swiping his thumb over the slit. Draco moaned, his hands traveling up and down Harry's backside and arse. Harry murmured a quick spell and Draco's hand was slick with lubrication. He wasted no time in preparing Harry, groaning as Harry rocked back against his hand, Harry's cock brushing against his own.
Harry pulled Draco's fingers away and positioned himself over Draco's hardness. With a sigh, he sank down onto him, causing them both to moan in pleasure.
Draco tightened his hands on Harry's hips as Harry rocked him back and forth, up and down. Harry let out a small whine when he had successfully managed to hit his own prostate.
"God!" he exclaimed, speeding up. Draco managed a smirk at that.
"Harry...feels so good." Draco stated.
"Draco...mmm...bloody fuck!" Harry exclaimed as he neared his climax. Draco reached between them and fisted Harry's cock in sync with his own rapid thrusts. Harry's face screwed up and he let out a howl as he came, covering Draco's hand and chest in his release. He clenched his arse muscles around Draco's own cock and with 2 short, shallow thrusts, he came deep inside Harry's body.
Harry collapsed over him, trembling and panting heavily.
"Sweet Merlin's tit, that was bloody hot!" exclaimed a voice behind them. Both of them yelped in surprise, ducking behind the couch. Peeking over the top, they saw a smirking Ron and blushing Hermione standing near the fireplace. Harry looked at Draco.
"Remind me to close off the Floo next time we decide to go at it on the couch."
"Agreed." Draco nodded. He looked at The Weasleys. "If you're done ogling the pair of us, do mind turning around so we can get dressed?"
"We'll be in the kitchen." Hermione replied, dragging her husband with her.
"I want to see them go at it again!" they heard Ron exclaim. Draco looked at Harry and they both began to laugh.
Once they'd managed to get themselves cleaned up and properly dressed, they joined their friends in the kitchen. Hermione blushed when she caught sight of them.
"Harry, mate. If I'd have known that watching two gay men have sex would be so bloody hot, I'd have watched you years ago." Ron grinned. Harry looked from Ron to Hermione then back to Ron.
"Please tell me you did not have sex on my kitchen table while Draco and I were dressing."
"No." Hermione replied softly, blushing fiercely. Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "Itwasonthecounter." she added in a rush. Draco choked on his tea, trying not to laugh but coughed instead. Harry's eyes widened.
"What?" he exclaimed. "Weasley you had sex on my kitchen counter?"
"It was either the counter or the floor." Ron grinned.
"You couldn't have picked the floor?" Draco asked, smiling.
"I'm not subjecting my pregnant wife to the hard, cold floor." Ron stated.
"But my counter, Ron?" Harry groaned. Then what Ron suddenly said caught up with his brain and he did a double take. "What was that last part?" Hermione stepped closer to her husband and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm pregnant, Harry." she smiled, softly. Harry gaped at her, then at Ron, then at Draco and then back to Hermione. Just as suddenly, Harry's face broke into a huge grin and Hermione found herself lifted off of the floor in a hug that took her breath away.
"Harry, Hermione's turning blue, love." Draco laughed. Harry quickly put down his friend, slightly horrified.
"Merlin's beard, 'Mione! I'm sorry!"
"It's all right, Harry." she laughed. "Your reaction was worth it."
"Sit down, woman!" Harry admonished, practically shoving Hermione into the remaining kitchen chair. "Are you okay? Is the baby ok? How far along are you? Are you getting enough sleep? How are the girls taking this? Do you want a boy or another girl? What if it's triplets again? Do you need any help with anything?"
"Harry, calm down. It's not the first time she's been pregnant." Draco laughed, rubbing a hand up and down his boyfriend's back. Harry paused and took a deep breath.
"I'm fine, the baby is fine, I'm about 2 months along, my sleep is fine unlike someone who shall remain nameless," she gave Harry a pointed look and he blushed, "The girls are thrilled about it and are hoping for a brother to terrorize and if it's triplets again, Ron's getting a vasectomy." The last caused Ron's eyebrows to shoot straight up in shock.
"I should think not! No one's going near my bits with any type of cutting utensil whatsoever!" the red-headed exclaimed. Hermione smirked at him and Ron suddenly realized his wife was joking with him. "Wench." he stated good-naturedly. Hermione kissed his nose.
"The reason we came by is because we wanted to ask both you and Draco to be the baby or babies godparents." Hermione looked at the two men across from her. Harry was smiling and Draco seemed to be in shock.
"Me? Why?" Draco wondered.
"Because you've been good to the girls and they love you dearly. In fact, it was the girls who suggested it." Ron replied.
"I don't know what to say." Draco said in a small voice. Harry took his hand and kissed it.
"Say yes, love." Harry told him. "I know you want to." Draco looked at the heads of The Gryffindor Weasley clan with tears in his eyes.
"I'd be honored to." he smiled. Harry leaned over and kissed him gently.
At that moment, Draco was sure he'd never be as happy as he was right then. He wasn't sure anything could top it...
To be continued...
A/N: Sorry I took so long in getting this part out. This story is taking me a bit longer to finish because I don't quite know how I want it to end. But I'll get there, don't worry.