Part 15: Hero Complex #94

As Harry made his way through the school, he tried to come up with a way to tell Draco about this new development. He knew what they had was still fresh and new and he didn't want to take a chance and ruin it, but at the same time, he wanted to care for and raise Keiron as his own. But he was unsure of where Draco stood on the issue of children.

"I should probably warn Minnie." he sighed out loud.

Harry found McGonagall in her office before the start of lunch.

"How did it go with Keiron?" she asked when he sat down.

"He seems pleased with the idea."

"I sense a 'but' at the end of that."

"It's Draco, Min. I don't know what he feels about children and I don't want to lie to him about Keiron."

"Good point."

"I actually came to get your permission to go home during my lunch hour. I invited Keiron to dinner tonight so we can get to know each other better and I want to let Dobby know. If you'll allow Keiron to go, of course."

"Permission granted. I assume you also want to talk to Draco before Keiron gets there?"

"I do."

"Take all the time you need. Don't worry about the class you have after lunch. I'm sure Hermione or myself can handle it." she smiled. Harry noticed there was a twinkle in her eye. It reminded him of Dumbledore and his heart beat painfully in his chest. He missed the barmy old goat.

"Thank you, Min." Harry smiled, getting to his feet and heading for the door.

"Quite welcome, my boy." came the reply. For a moment, Harry's heart stopped and he turned back quickly to look at the Headmistress. She was nowhere to be seen. But for a moment, it almost sounded like...

"You're losing your mind, Harry. Too many late nights and not enough sleep." he groaned, shaking his head. He left the office and returned to his room to change out of his teaching robes. Then he used his fireplace to Floo to The Leaky Cauldron and from there to home.

Dobby was cleaning when he arrived.

"Good afternoon, Harry Potter." Dobby greeted.

"Hi, Dobby. There are going to be 3 for dinner this evening."

"What does Harry Potter suggest?"

"Um...steak, potatoes, some steamed veggies, wine for myself and Draco and maybe apple or grape juice for our guest. Dessert is up to you." Dobby always did make the best desserts. Draco swore if he didn't love Harry, he'd marry Dobby instead.

"Dobby will make something for each."

"Perfect, Dobby. Thank you." Harry smiled.

"Thank you, Harry Potter." Dobby returned before heading into the kitchen.

"A guest for dinner, love?" came a familiar, sexy voice behind him. He turned and saw Draco leaning against the wall, arms crossed, legs crossed at the ankles and an eyebrow arched just so.

"Draco! I thought you weren't going to be home until dinner?"

"Actually I had plans to surprise you at school with lunch. But to my own surprise, I was told you'd come home." Draco stated, pushing away from the wall with cat-like grace. Harry felt his pulse racing as Draco seemed to stalk him.

"Yeah. About dinner-"

"Tell me later." Draco growled, launching himself at Harry. Harry suddenly had an armful of horny blonde man and his own desire sprang forth.

Now I know why she said to skip my after-lunch class. Harry thought before his brain fogged over and thinking became impossible.

They made their way to their bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes for Dobby to pick up. Draco shoved Harry back onto the bed and immediately wrapped his lips around his hardening length. Harry arched up off the bed.

"Draco!" he gasped.

"Mine, Harry. All mine." Draco growled, sucking him deep into his mouth...

Afterwards, they snuggled together in post-coital bliss. Harry's head was rested on Draco's chest while he traced little circles around Draco's navel. Draco was running his hand up and down Harry's arm.

"What was that all about, Mr Malfoy?" Harry asked. Draco chuckled.

"Just felt like it. You looked so delicious standing there discussing dinner. And don't tell me you didn't enjoy it. Oh Merlin, Draco! Fuck me harder! Right there! You bloody bastard I'll kill you if you stop!" Draco imitated. Harry smacked him, playfully, on his bare chest, face red.

"Shut it, you git. You're one to talk. Bloody hell, Harry, I didn't know your tongue was that flexible!" Harry teased, earning him a smack in the head. They both laughed, happy that they could tease each other about their sexcapades and not be angry.

Then Harry started thinking about why he came home in the first place. He sat up, leaning against the headboard, the sheets of their bed pooled into his lap. Draco looked up at him, arms crossed behind his head.

"You've got the 'Draco we need to talk and I don't know if you'll like it or not' face on."

"I do?" Harry asked.

"Yes. You don't seem to realize how expressive your face is. I know you told me the Sorting Hat wanted to put you in Slytherin originally but I don't think you would have made it. You can't keep a straight face." Draco grinned. Harry smiled back.

"I didn't know I was that transparent." he laughed. "But, yes. There is something we need to discuss."

"All right." Draco nodded.

"Draco, I love you. I hope you know that."

"Of course I do. And I love you in return. You've known this for a while, Harry."

"I know. And I know I want to marry you."

"And I want to marry you as well. Again, as you've known for a while."

"Will you stop interrupting me? This is hard enough as it is."

"Sorry, love." Draco took one of Harry's hands in his and linked their fingers together.

"Draco. We never really talked about children." Draco paused and looked at him oddly.

Shit! Harry moaned.

"Children." Draco's tone was flat and his face was hard to read. Harry gulped but plunged on anyway.

"Yeah. I'd like to have children. I always have."

"You do realize you're gay, right?"

"I know that. But many gay couples, some muggle, have children."

"And how, pray tell, do they accomplish that feat?" Draco scowled.

"Well...there's artificial insemination."

"I hate needles. Bloody things scare the piss out of me."

"In vitro fertilization?"

"More needles."

"Surrogacy?"

"Potter, are you suggesting I have sex with some faceless woman to get her up to duff so we can have a baby?" Draco was incredulous.

"No!" he denied, hurt that Draco had resorted to using his surname.

"Well I hope you're not suggesting that you be the one to have sex with some faceless woman!"

"No!"

"Then what exactly are you getting at, Potter?" Draco released his hand and climbed, naked, from the bed. He yanked on his robe and tied it securely before facing Harry.

"I'm just saying there are other ways for us to have children."

"I'm not taking a potion if that's what you're suggesting. I refuse to carry a baby in my body for 9 months."

"Who said you had to?" Harry scowled, getting angry himself.

"Then you take the potion. I'd be happy to watch you waddle like a duck and complain about retaining water and swollen ankles."

"Draco nobody said anything about taking any damn potion!" Harry snapped out.

"So we're back to fucking faceless women!"

"No! Merlin! Draco, you're a mule!"

"Does that make you my ass?" Draco asked. Harry paused, shocked. The look on his face made Draco do something he never thought he'd do. He burst out laughing. He laughed so hard, tears fell from his eyes and he had to clutch his stomach to keep from falling over. It was worse than being hit with the tickling hex.

"What's so damn funny?" Harry scowled.

"Your face...funny...oh god!" Draco rasped, breaking into a fit of laughter once again. Harry simply scowled at him, waiting for the hysterical laughter to end.

Draco finally got himself under control after about 5 minutes and took some deep calming breaths. He sat beside Harry on the bed and reclaimed his hand, kissing it gently.

"Are you finished?" Harry asked.

"Yes." Draco nodded. "Harry, I'm sorry I yelled at you. I'm not really mad you know."

"Could have fooled me."

"Would it help if I told you that I already know what you're trying to tell me?" Harry looked at him sharply.

"How did you-"

"Snape owled me about Keiron earlier today and told me what happened to his parents."

"The whole time you knew?"

"Yes."

"What else do you know?"

"McGonagall asked you to be his guardian."

"I wanted to tell you myself, you know. You kept interrupting me."

"Forgiven?" Draco gave him his puppy dog look.

"Of course you're forgiven you great big prat." Harry finally smiled, kissing him deeply. Draco pulled back and became serious again.

"Harry, if it makes you happy to adopt Keiron, then I won't stand in your way. I can't imagine either one of us carrying a baby inside ourselves for nine months. If we feel up to having more, I have no problems with adopting. There are a lot of babies and small children who need good loving homes, something I know the both of us can provide."

"Even if it's a muggle baby?"

"Even if it's a muggle baby." Draco nodded with complete conviction. Harry knew he meant it. The old Draco would have balked at being near anything muggle-related. Draco read the thought in his eyes and shook his head. "That Draco died when he killed his parents. He's not coming back."

"I'm glad." Harry smiled, caressing Draco's cheek. They leaned toward each other in a tender kiss that brought tears to Draco's eyes. "So can we keep him?" Harry asked.

"Sodding Gryffindor and your damn Hero Complex." Draco laughed, kissing Harry again. Harry yanked Draco's robe off and pulled him back into bed. And all was right with their world.

To be continued...