Chapter 19

Blaise sighed, as he stretched leisurely out against the chaise, his smaller body leaning on Theo as he yawned sleepily, rubbing his hazel eyes as he snuggled closer to the warmth the taller boy offered. Theo shifted, scooting Blaise over slightly in order to adjust the boy into his side, resting his head on top of the shorter Italian teen, signaling the him to turn the page of the book they were reading together. Pansy sat adjacent to them, her dark hair framing her delicate pixie face as she flipped through a book, wrinkling her nose in digust as she glimsped something distasteful.

Severus peered in at them through the door, his dark eyes scanning the room seeming to search out any kind of harmful entity that could harm his slytherins. Seeing nothing, he returned to his chambers, shutting the door behind, allowing the children privacy that they had yet to experience in their lives.

Pansy looked at the recently occupied door, her dark eyes twinkling with some unnamed emotion in their depths, as she turned her gaze to the two on the chaise. Wrinkling her nose at their reading material she sighed, rolling her eyes as they looked up at her questioningly.

"Seriously boys," she said, standing from her spot on a overstuffed chair, stretching her body like that of a cat, each vertebrae shifting back in place with a 'pop'. "Can you two get your minds off of sex?"

Blaise smiled mischeivously at her, his hazel eyes sparkling impishly as he snuggled all the closer to the taller boy behind him, his hand moving suggestive against the boy's thigh. "You know me Pans," he said, littering little kisses over Theo's neck," I love my sweets."

Pansy rolled her eyes, before reaching forward and taking the book from the two. "But seriously, this book is only filled with smutty little things that don't help at all."

"Speaking from experience Pans?" asked Theo, running his hand through the curly carmel hair of his friend, sighing as Blaise nibbled on his collar bone. "Tut tut, dearest, no marks." he admonished, lightly.

Pansy had the decency to blush, hitting the taller boy upside the head with the offending book, before she threw it on to the hard wood table, with a bang. Straightening out her clothes once again, she sighed, seating herself in her chair, her dark eyes looking out from behind a curtain of hair.

"How do you think Draco's holding up?" she whispered.

The boys stopped their play, turning serious for a time, their eyes darkening looking into their memories of the past and and the present, comparing the face of the boy they loved so dearly.

"He's breaking." said Blaise, his voice whispery calm.

"I thought so too. The dark lord is invading his mind as often as he can, and Dray's drained from the pregnancy. He needs rest." said Theo, sitting up on the chaise, dislodging the Italian.

"Draco doesn't like to be helped. What can we do?" asked Pansy, pushing her fingers through her dark hair in frustration.

Blaise wrapped a lock of hair around his long tanned finger, before looking about the room, his dark eyes staring at the walls, as htough a hidden message was written in the stone, the secret to making their blonde slytherin submit to their reasoning.

"Potter."

"What do you mean Potter?" asked Theo, rubbing his head.

"We get Potter into this. He's scary enough, and its his baby, he'll want to protect that baby more than anything. If he sees Dray's spying as detrimental, then he will somehow force our dear little blondie into submission. Also, we can use the parental units." said Blaise, a small smirk coloring quirking the corners of his mouth upward.

Theo pulled the tan boy close to him, pressing a kiss on his lips, nearly smiling. "I knew you were good for something besides sex." said the taller boy, chuckling as the smaller Italian hit him playfully.

Pansy smiled sinisterly, rubbing her hands together. "Let's do it."

Harry sighed, snuggling deeply into the covers, feeling the warm body next to him, pulling the covers higher on their bodies, the thick down comforter covering the bright blonde hair, and just coming up to his chin. Cracking open one eye, he looked at the blonde, his green eyes opening fully to take in the beauty of the nymph like creature in his bed.

Draco lay snuggled in the blankets, the large, fluffy white duvet seemingly drowning him, his delicate nose and rosebud mouth peeking out from his nest, his marble skin flushed a carnation pink with sleep, his grey eyes closed, his mouth slightly open. Harry continued to stare, admiring the mix of genes that created this creature, marveling at how Severus, with all his darkness and Lucius with his seemingly blinding light could make this sleeping creature.

A knock sounded at the door, drawing the boy hero's attention from his bed partner to the large oaken surface. Sighing, the dark haired boy stood, grabbing a shirt soft worn cotton shirt to pull over his naked chest, unable to find his robe. Ruffling his hair briefly in order to feel out the disarray, the teen opened the door, rubbing his jade green eyes.

Lucius raised an eyebrow at the boy, before stepping past the sleepy boy, making his way through the rooms, into the bedroom, opening the curtains that surrounded the bed, and then the window curtains, a small smile making its way onto his lips as the younger blonde stretched, rubbing his eyes sleepily before setting up in bed.

"It's time to wake up, Draconis. You have work to do." said the blonde, breezing easily from the room after besowing a kiss on to the teen's head, leaving the two children to the their own devices.

Harry sat on the edge of the bed, running his hands through his hair before grappling for the pale boy's leg, grabbing it and tugging on it pulling the smaller of the two towards him. Draco allowed himself to be pulled, groaning as he clutched the blankets closer, snuggling deepily into the comfort of the soft down.

Harry patted the pregnant blonde on his thigh, rubbing the spot almost lovingly before taking the blankets, watching as the round bell was bared to the world, the loose night shirt that he wore riding over the baby bump. Harry rubbed the belly, feeling the smooth skin, his emerald eyes taking in the sight of the slowly waking heir, his pale legs bared becuase the shorts he wore rode high on his thighs, his pale skin illuminated by morning sun, gently touching those long lovely legs.

"Would you stop eating me with your eyes, Potter." said the blonde, cracking open one dark grey eye.

Harry just smiled, pressing his lips to the back of the blonde's knee, nibbling at the soft skin that was there. Draco swatted at him with a pillow, a satisfied smile settling over his fae like features as the taller boy was knocked to the floor.

Harry laughed,pouncing on the blonde, and leaning on his elbows on top of the boy, careful to not press his weight on to the frail blonde under him. Draco stared up at him, his grey eyes staring into grey, a soft smile spreading over his lips as he caressed the darker boy's face, his touch tender as he felt the slightly prickly skin on the tanned boy's chin.

Harry caught his hand, kissing the finger tips of the thin, pale hand, his eyes remaining on those stormy grey, seeming to be sucked into the abyss that was the blonde. The taller of the two rolled them over, placing the pregnant boy on top of himself, watching as the pale boy sat up, straddling his hips.

Their eyes met, silver on green, light on dark, life bred between them. And in that moment, Harry felt as though he could stay like that forever.