Fate and a Rose
DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter (and associated characters, likenesses, concepts, etc.) belongs to J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury Publishing, Scholastic, Inc. AOL/Time Warner, Inc., among others. I make no claim, written or implied, upon Harry Potter. No money is being made and no infringement or disrespect to the creators / copyright holders is intended.
A/N: Whew, I'm glad everyone has decided to respond to my question. Unfortunately, I cannot meet everyone's demands, but I believe that what I have come up with will make everyone happy nonetheless. REMINDER: NOT EVERYTHING IS AS IT SEEMS ON FIRST GLANCE. I WOULD LIKE EVERYONE TO REMEMBER THIS FOR FUTURE REFERANCE, THAT WAY THEY WON'T ALL BE MAD AT ME FOR NOT CHOSING THE PREG THAT THEY WANTED. :Author grins devilishly:
Chapter Fourteen
You're Jealous!
Draco glared at Dumbledore witheringly, but Dumbledore just smiled with his damn eyes twinkling once again. "Would you two mind dressing yourselves?" Dumbledore asked pointedly, his eyes remaining on Draco's face so as not to catch themselves an eye-full of something that he didn't want to be branded in his mind for the rest of eternity.
Harry flushed but Draco stayed rooted to his place, his glare gaining more malice as he continued to stare defiantly at Dumbledore.
Harry finally sighed and prodded Draco softly on the shoulder. "Draco," he whispered softly. "I think we should get dressed. Dumbledore might make us walk out there starkers if we don't." Harry's wide eyes trailed over to an innocently smiling Dumbledore. Harry cleared his throat and said a little louder, "Um, if you would excuse us for a moment, sir?"
"Oh, but of course!" Dumbledore exclaimed, excusing himself and shutting the doors softly behind him.
The moment Dumbledore was gone, Draco turned on Harry. "Harry," He said, a smirk gathering up in his eyes. "I demand that you allow me to examine your tattoo before we converse with that old coot." Harry glared at Draco and Draco sighed. "Fine," he said sulkily. "I demand that you please allow me to examine your tattoo before we converse with our pleasant Headmaster!" He corrected. "Better?"
Harry smiled. "Much." Draco's eyes lit up with hope as he stepped closer to Harry, but Harry stepped away. "But still, no."
"But they're going to want to see it, too!" Draco exclaimed in protest. "You won't even let me see it before you let them? What kind of a soul mate are you?"
Harry grinned and pulled Draco to him. Their chests met and Draco gasped at the sudden skin on skin contact. "Yours," Harry whispered into Draco's ear, nipping it softly before pulling away. "But we'll explore that later. Right now, we have to go talk to Madam Pomfrey and Dumbledore. You've done enough today as it is. Now get dressed."
Harry threw a pair of boxers at Draco with a smile, then pulled on a pair of his own. Draco glared sulkily at Harry before pulling his own on and getting the rest of the way dressed. His traitorous eyes kept sneaking off to Harry's toned body every once in a while before it was completely covered in clothing, and Draco just had to snort at his own weakness.
Harry blinked, then looked over to Draco as he pulled on his shirt. "What is it this time?" he asked with a soft smile at Draco's lingering disappointed look towards Harry's chest.
"Nothing," Draco defended a bit too quickly.
Seconds after Draco had pulled on his last garment, the door to the hospital wing was pushed open forcefully as none other than Dumbledore, Madam Pomfrey, Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall strolled in. Chairs were conjured and they all seated themselves pleasantly, with Harry and Draco sitting side by side but as far as possible away from their Professors.
"Boys," Dumbledore nodded in greeting, and Draco scowled at him.
"Headmaster," Harry greeted in turn, and only at the prodding of his sharp elbow did Draco grudgingly do the same.
"I understand that you have completed your bonding," The headmaster continued. Draco continued to scowl, but Harry eyed him curiously.
"And what gives you that notion?" Harry asked.
"You boys are positively glowing!" Madam Pomfrey exclaimed with a proud smile. "Of course we are going to know that you've completed your bonding. Now, what we'd all like to know is, what have you inherited because of the bonding?"
Harry blinked. "Why? Is it important?"
Draco grunted and crossed his arms over his chest, effectively hiding the ring on his finger in the process.
"Oh, most definitely," Dumbledore said, shooting a glance towards Madam Pomfrey that clearly told her not to interrupt again. "They will determine your greatness."
"Greatness?" Harry questioned, becoming more and more confused by the moment.
"Yes," Dumbledore said. "They determine how many and what type of achievements that you will accomplish. And we are most definitely expecting great things of you, Harry." Dumbledore's eyes trailed over to Draco and he smiled warmly at him. "Of you both."
Harry blinked and rubbed his temple; all of the information bombarding him was enough to give him a headache. "We, um…we have…tattoos."
Dumbledore's eyes widened. "Of course," He said thoughtfully. "We should have expected as much. Professor Snape!"
Snape stood and stared wide eyed down at Harry before bowing his head slightly. Then he looked at Dumbledore, who nodded. "You know what you must do. We attack at midnight tomorrow."
Harry blinked. "What? What do you mean?"
Dumbledore returned his eyes to Harry's. "Harry," Dumbledore said, stopping for a moment as though pondering what to say. "If we are to destroy Voldemort, we must do it while your marks are fresh. We still have to find out what the remaining Horcruxe is."
"But-" Harry was cut off before he could even begin.
"Albus, he cannot fight, not so soon! I must do the appropriate tests, I must figure out whether or not they are expecting; there are so many things we must do, they aren't ready!"
"Expecting?" Harry looked between the remaining Professors confusedly. "But-"
"I know these things, Madam," Dumbledore said grimly. "But we have found one of the Horcruxes."
Madam Pomfrey paled considerably, and Minerva nodded grimly. "The hand that was used to return Voldemort to his body," she explained. "It was one of them. Voldemort has two parts of his soul in him now, instead of only one. He is stronger than was anticipated. It is highly unheard of to have a human Horcrux without the person perishing, but Voldemort has accomplished it. We must do what is needed as soon as possible, while the boys are at their peaks."
Harry and Draco shared a confused look, and Dumbledore once again turned his eyes upon them. "Those marks of yours," He began. "We must see what they are."
Draco scowled. "No," He refused.
"Mister Malfoy, this is highly important. We must!" Minerva exclaimed.
"They're on our arses!" Draco protested, clamping a hand over his own arse protectively. "And I refuse to let you ogle me!"
"Mister Malfoy!" Minerva protested, eyes slightly wide, but the corners of her lips turning up slightly. "Please don't use profanity."
"Draco," Harry whispered, leaning in close to him in order to be heard. "This may be our only chance. They can't know our exact power unless they see the marks. I'll show them mine first, if it'll make you feel any better. Please, just do it."
Draco glared sourly at Dumbledore. "No," He stated after a tense moment of silence. "I refuse to let them ogle what's mine, and that includes you!"
Harry sighed. "Fine, you win." He then turned to Dumbledore. "They're dragons." He said.
A sharp intake of breath could be heard throughout the room, and all was silent for a few moments. Snape paused mid-stride and he stared wide-eyed down at Harry, mouth slightly agape. "You're sure?" Dumbledore asked, shifting awkwardly in his chair, his normally twinkling eyes shifting from Harry to Draco with a look of shock and awe.
Harry blinked once more. "Um…yeah. Why? What's wrong?"
Madam Pomfrey sighed and smiled proudly. "Nothing at all, Harry! Nothing at all!" Then she turned to Dumbledore. "Now I know for certain that they're expecting." Her sharp eyes turned back to Harry and Draco and she smiled tersely. "This is a slightly embarrassing question," She said, cheeks slightly flushed. "But we need to know." She paused to clear her throat slightly before asking the inevitable question. "Which of you two bottomed last night?"
Harry's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open in shock, and Draco's face flushed bright pink. Just then the door slammed open and Hermione stormed in, glaring at Draco. She had yet to notice the little intervention going on, and when she did, she turned slightly red. "Um, sorry. Am I, uh…interrupting something?"
Draco shook his head wildly. "No! Of course not!" He refused to meet Harry's eyes, and Harry blinked at the sudden interruption.
"We were just asking these two here," Madam Pomfrey interrupted impatiently. "Which will have the pleasure of being a pregnant daddy-to-be!"
Hermione looked at Harry with a strange look on her face and Harry flushed. "Pregnant?" Hermione asked, looking between Harry and Draco suspiciously.
"Mmm'hmm!" Madam Pomfrey said cheerily, glancing at the boys expectantly.
Draco sighed and uncrossed his arms. "Fine!" He shouted with a glare. "I topped! Happy?"
Harry slunk down in his chair with his hands over his eyes and face flaming. Hermione giggled and the Professors shifted uncomfortably in their seats. "Harry's going to be pregnant!" Hermione shrieked gleefully before flinging herself into Harry's arms.
Dumbledore winced slightly and Snape's slightly agape mouth snapped shut and curled down at the edges. He restrained himself from making any snide remarks and settled for swiftly removing himself from the room to complete the task he had been given. "Not exactly," Madam Pomfrey said, stepping towards Harry with a thermometer that was very long, the liquid inside green instead of red. Harry opened his mouth expectantly with a glare towards Hermione and pushed her off.
"Oh, dear, that's not where this is going!" Madam Pomfrey exclaimed with a smile. "If you'd kindly remove your pants," Harry paled and Draco looked at him with a straight face for a moment before cracking up.
"I wouldn't be laughing quite yet, mister!" Madam Pomfrey chided, wiping the thermometer down with a white cloth. "You'll be getting it soon, as well." Harry grinned smugly at Draco before dropping his pants and stepping towards Draco and his shared bed. Draco's mouth snapped shut immediately and Hermione grinned down at him, taking Harry's now vacated seat. Dumbledore smiled at her and welcomed her presence as a distraction.
"Miss Granger, how have you been?" He asked, eyes once again twinkling.
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Draco eyed the now purple thermometer distastefully. "You mean that I'm going to have to stick that up my arse?" He asked suspiciously.
"Why not?" Harry asked from his position at the foot of Draco's no longer occupied chair. "I did."
Draco shot a sour glare towards Harry, then sighed. "Yes, and you're having a girl." Draco looked disappointedly at the thermometer and sighed again.
"How do you know?" Harry asked, looking at the thermometer confusedly.
"The thermometer's color signifies the gender." Draco explained.
"But why isn't it pink?"
Draco sighed and rolled his eyes. "Because," Draco said exasperatedly. "Pink means you have one of those bloody Sexually Transmitted Diseases. Purple means you're pregnant with a girl."
Harry blinked and watched interestedly as Draco bent over and the thermometer disappeared into his arse. Harry licked his dry lips and stared at Draco's dragon tattoo while Madam Pomfrey made small noises of approval. "Ah, just as I suspected!" She exclaimed after a few moments, withdrawing the thermometer with a slight popping sound and staring at it with a grin. "Blue! Congratulations, Draco, it's a boy!"
Harry eyed Draco's arse for a moment, before meeting his eyes. "A…boy?" He asked, licking his lips again.
Madam Pomfrey nodded and smiled. "A boy." She said, her grin widening. "You're officially having twins!"
Harry blinked and Draco's lips slowly curled into a smile. "A boy," He breathed. Then he met Harry's eyes again and stuck out his tongue! "Ha, take that! I get a boy!"
Hermione broke out laughing, and Harry blinked again, still not able to comprehend the fact that both he and Draco were pregnant after only having sex once…no, okay, twice, but still…okay, maybe three times. Harry sighed and Draco's smile widened. "Admit it!" he crowed. "You're jealous!"
Harry's brow furrowed for a moment. "Of what?" Draco eyed him calculatingly, as if wondering whether or not Harry was pulling his leg. "Oh," Harry said finally. "You've got a boy. Yeah, I'm jealous, all right." Then his eyes went down to Draco's arse again and he licked his lips.
Madam Pomfrey cleared her throat and motioned towards Draco's still lowered pants. Draco stuck his nose in the air smugly as he pulled them up and strutted over to his seat, draping one leg over Harry's shoulder comfortably once he was seated.
