Last Time
"Tom. Tom!" Tom groaned as he woke up, blinking with the flickering light of the candle on his desk.
"Harry?" Tom hummed scrubbing his hand down his face to try and wake himself up.
"Will you come to bed?" Harry asked quietly. Tom realized that he was still in his office and going by the clock it was three in the morning. Harry was standing by his desk wearing only a nightshirt.
"I thought I was relegated to the sofa?" Tom asked sitting back in his chair and crossing his arms.
"I'm so sorry," Harry sniffed looking so miserable that Tom reached out and gently eased his little Consort into his lap.
"Its alright, I know, its your hormones," Tom smiled kissing Harry tenderly.
"I didn't mean it, or about you never touching me again. I'm just all fat and swollen and sore and tired all the time!" Harry sniffed wrapping his arms around Tom's neck and buried his face into his strong shoulder.
"I know you're tired and sore. But you aren't fat, you're pregnant, and you look gorgeous for it! And I know you didn't mean it," Tom smiled lifting Harry's chin and brushing his long fingers over Harry's cheek.
"Then come to bed? I couldn't sleep without you there," Harry admitted quietly.
"Come on," Tom stood with Harry still in his arms and started making his way to their bedroom. After a small yelp Harry held onto Tom and relaxed against his warm body, trusting him to get him back to their bedroom safely. The warmth of Tom body and the soothing swaying of Tom walking quickly and easily lulled Harry into the sleep that had abandoned him without Tom by his side. Before he went to sleep he was aware of warm lips pressing to his forehead and whispered words of love in his ear.
Chapter fifteen
"Hmm?"
"Hermione!" Harry and Ron gasped surging up to either side of the bed as their bushy haired friend groaned and shifted against the bed sheets. She shifted again and gripped their hands back weakly before cracking her eyes open and let out a groan of complaint as the light pierced her eyes.
"Hermione, how are you feeling?" Ron asked concerned.
"Rodolphus go and find Healer Burns, Tom can you get a glass of water for her please?" Harry asked turning only briefly before turning to look at Hermione with concern again, tucking a curl behind her ear.
"You do realise I am the Dark Lord don't you Harry, and not a House Elf?" Tom asked amused as he placed his hand soothingly on the base of Harry's back and held the glass of water with a straw in front of the younger man. Smiling sheepishly at his lover Harry kissed his cheek before taking the glass.
Hermione sucked down the water greedily, wincing at the cotton wool taste in her mouth and the lingering ache in her body. She has almost finished the glass of water when Burns hurried into the room and gently waved Harry and Ron back so that he could run some checks over her. After giving her a couple of pain potions he told them that she was healing nicely, but was on bed rest for the next day at least. The he swept back out of the room grumbling something about healing the whining masses of their paper cuts.
"Huh this is how it feels," Hermione said thoughtfully, now in a sitting position against the pillows thanks to Ron and Rabastan.
"How what feels? Are you in pain?" Ron asked concerned.
"No, the pain potions have kicked in. No I mean being on the other side of the bed after doing something foolishly impulsive," Hermione grinned teasingly at Harry when he spluttered.
"Foolish but completely amazing!" Charlie snorted walking into the room with a wide grin.
"I have said it before and I will say it again, you are brilliant but scary!" Ron laughed.
"Please tell me he won't be able to re-grow it!" Harry grinned.
"What do you take me for? Doing some half arsed job, of course he won't be able to re-grow it," Hermione sniffed sticking her nose in the air before grinning widely as Harry and Ron burst out laughing.
"Brilliant Hermione, just brilliant!" Charlie clapped seriously with a bow before bursting out laughing himself as he sat down on the foot of her bed.
"We need to plan how we are going to swing this in our favour publicity wise though," Hermione sighed, a strange mixture of heepish and scheming crossing her face.
"We could always send a copy of the memory to the papers for them to publish," Ron said thoughtfully.
"That's a good idea, go with some headline like 'A Godmother's love' or something like that. Also it will do us good to publicize now that you, Ron and Charlie are on our side, it will help a lot to show that the three of us are still sticking by each other and that you and Ron support me. Putting in that you and Ron are going to be two of the Godparents will help," Harry nodded.
"Wait Godparent?! Me?" Ron squeaked pointing at himself.
"Of course, you didn't really think that you wouldn't be the god father of my son did you!" Harry snorted.
"But...but he is going to be the future Dark Prince, Heir t the Dark side and about twenty of the oldest bloodlines or something!" Ron choked.
"Exactly, he needs people who will love him just for being himself and not his place, and who won't bow down to him just because of his bloodlines!" Harry smiled.
"What if I drop him!" Ron whispered worriedly.
"You will be absolutely fine Ron," Hermione patted his hand comfortingly.
"Thank you mate," Ron sniffed a little clearly battling back the emotion swelling over him.
"You are going to have to play nice with Draco though," Harry smirked as Ron and Hermione gawped at him. "So I will start knocking together a piece for the papers on how Hermione attacked and managed to defeat the great Albus Dumbledore in defense of her unborn Godson, that should really put a dent in the light side's moral, a seventeen year old witch, no matter how intelligent, besting their leader," Harry said to Charlie, ignoring the stunned looks still on Hermione and Ron's faces, and the fact that Charlie was practically rolling around the foot of the bed with tears trickling down his cheeks.
"You know you Gryffindors are a little scary," Tom shook his head having been watching the interaction with faint amusement.
"Thank you," Ron, Harry and Hermione chorused.
"But really? Draco Malfoy?" Hermione asked Harry seriously.
"Trust me?" Harry asked softly looking between his best friends.
"Oh fine!" Ron sighed rolling his eyes.
"Wait that's it?" Rodolphus gawped looking between the three of them.
Yeah pretty much," Hermione shrugged.
"This is one of Harry's feelings, we learnt a while ago that you don't argue with him when he has one of them," Ron pouted.
"While we are talking politics there is something that I want to run passed you all," Tom cleared his throat getting the four Gryffindors attention. "I have a meeting next week. I would like for all four of you to attend. Harry at my side, and the rest of you with my Inner circle. I feel we need to start making a statement to my followers that you trusted and part of my side,"
"No problem," Charlie nodded.
"I've always wanted to know what one of your meetings are like," Ron shrugged.
"As long as I get a chair," Harry smiled.
"It should be interesting," Hermione agreed.
"Gryffindors. What happened to the bowing and respect, 'yes Master of course, whatever you say Master'," Tom huffed exasperatedly, ignoring the fact that Rabastan and Rodolphus were poorly smothering laughter behind him.
"You wouldn't love me if I bowed and scraped," Harry snorted amused.
"No I suppose not, a shame, but I suppose I would miss your cheekiness and insubordination, and your insults," Tom sighed crossing his legs at the ankles and settling back in his chair, a small amused smile on his face. The others gapped between them, particularly the Gryffindors, both at the subtle unofficial admission of love and that he enjoyed Harry's treatment of him.
"Of course you would, you enjoy arguing and bantering too much," Harry laughed before jumping visibly.
"Harry?" Charlie, Hermione and Ron gasped worried as they all leant towards him.
"Its ok just the baby moving," Harry smiled comfortingly at them as he rubbed his stomach.
"Really?!" The three of them asked eagerly, shuffling forwards comically and shooting him the puppy dog eyes.
"You have about three minutes before he goes running for the bathroom," Rabastan warned Hermione as Harry placed her hand over where he reckoned the baby's foot was.
"He managed to locate my bladder, with deadly accuracy. Rabastan had to run carrying me into the manor when I was caught off guard in the gardens and nearly had an accident," Harry snorted, taking Ron's hand and placing it next to Hermione's, Charlie managed to squeeze his just underneath theirs.
"Oh…wow!" Hermione gasped awed as she felt the firm kick underneath her palm.
"Move, let me feel!" Charlie said excitedly.
"Oh here!" Ron grabbed his brother's hand and moved it. "Mate, that feels really weird!" He informed Harry.
"You should try feeling it against your insides," Harry snorted. "I'm sure my ribs are black and blue,"
"My back is!" Tom muttered.
"Say something dear?" Harry asked dryly raising his eye brow.
"Yes, my back is from when you rest your bump against my back and his kicks me while I'm sleeping," Tom smirked.
You're lucky I really have to pee now," Harry huffed.
"Come on, Sugar plum," Tom smirked even wider as he stood and helped Harry wriggle off the bed.
"Oh crap! Tom don't make me laugh!" Harry groaned weakly as his bladder twinged.
"Apologies, sweet pea," Tom drawled.
"Only Harry," Ron shook his head.
"Amen to that," Hermione nodded settling back against her pillows, looking up she found four sets of curious eyes on her.
"What's Amen?" Rabastan frowned, scrunching his forehead in an adorable way she noticed.
"Harry? Severus and Father said that you wanted to see me?" Draco smiled poking his head into the green room. He glanced unsurely at Hermione and Ron who were seated on the other sofa, Hermione had her feet propped onto Ron's lap and her legs were covered in a blanket. Groaning a little as he shifted Harry patted the sofa beside him.
"Yes I wanted to ask you something. Now I have asked Hermione and Ron to be the godparents of the baby," Harry said as Draco settled down., He watched something dim in Draco's bright eyes as he nodded. Reaching out he took the other teen's hand and smiled warmly. "Tom and I have decided to have four godparents though, and I would like it if you would also agree to be godfather?" Harry asked a little nervously. And Draco just sat gawping open mouthed at him.
"I think you broke him Harry," Ron said a little dryly but while honest humour.
"Godfather? Me!" Draco squeaked.
"Yup," Harry grinned.
"But..but…after everything that I have said and done to you, especially when you came here…you want…me? The Dark Lord agreed?" Draco choked out.
"I think that you will love this baby a lot, and I know that you will be an amazing godfather. And heck, if I don't want him dressed in all dark colours, or just terribly, and dressed as a real Lord your fashion sense will definitely be needed!" Harry laughed.
"But…I…I am…"
"You have proven yourself as loyal to Tom, and more importantly to what is right. You put aside your own selfishness, and you are learning to grow. The man you are becoming is someone that I want around my son, loving him and guiding him. All of you, Hermione, Ron, you, Fenrir all of you will be able to give him something to make him a better man when he grows," Harry said softly squeezing Draco's hand.
"Fenrir will be the other godfather?" Draco asked blushing slightly making Harry have to crush down a grin and just nod. "And you two agree with this?" He asked Ron and Hermione unsurely.
"Honestly? You're still the prat that we knew in school…Ow damn woman watch out!" Ron yelped when Hermione's foot jabbed a little too close to delicate parts. "Let me finish before you get violent, I like all limbs attached thanks! Look you're still the prat we knew, to us, but Harry…Harry has the ability to see something in people that they don't even necessarily see in themselves, and he…he just makes them want to be better people by giving them so much but not asking for anything in return. So yeah, you might still be that prat in my mind, hut if Harry is seeing something else in you, I'm going to trust in that," Ron said a little awkwardly, but honestly.
"Harry would never ever do something that wasn't in the very best interests of the baby, especially not something as important as this. The fact we are all here now proves that. If he thinks you are the best choice as a godfather, then you are. Besides I think we are all old enough now to start seeing passed the school yard fighting and prejudices and start trying to see each other for the people that we really are. From what I have already seen and what Harry has said about you, I think we can all get on quite well," Hermione smiled.
"Tom is telling Fenrir now as his friend, and I'm telling you as mines But we are going to have to have some sort of official thingy to announce you as the godparents, and then of course the blessing ceremony," Harry said quickly blushing.
"Official thingy!" Draco spluttered choosing to ignore Harry's unintentional declaration of friendship and focusing on the other part of the speech.
"Yup, official thingy, something about announcing you as the godparents on the same time as we announce the name of the baby after he is born, " Harry nodded, grinning as Draco spluttered again.
"Oh where are you with names?" Hermione perked up.
"Urgh do not speak to me about names!" Harry groaned dropping his head onto the back of the sofa .
"There is nothing wrong with the name Jovilios!" Tom protested walking into the room with a slightly stunned looking Fenrir.
"No!" Harry said firmly.
"But it means..."
"I don't care what it means, no!" Harry glared.
"We are going to have to come up with a name soon!" Tom snapped a little.
"I know, but it isn't going to be Jovilios!" Harry snapped back.
"Voldemort," Fenrir said softly when Tom opened his mouth.
"I apologies Harry," Tom sighed walking over to kiss Harry. "Trying to sort through all these letters is more than a little stressful,"
"You should let me go through some of them, its not like I am doing anything else," Harry said softly leaning into Tom's warmth. The last three days he had missed Tom and getting to be close o him considering that he had been taken up with going through all the letter that needed his attention.
"There is no need, apparently part of our godparently duties is to go through the letters, though after how grouchy he has been the last few days without you two having your cuddle times," Fenrir smirked dodging passed Tom and easily ignoring the deadly glare that he was being shot as h flopped down onto the sofa beside Draco.
"Wait me as well?" Draco pouted.
"Yup, though when the news paper report comes out about Dumbledore and his arm, we're probably going to get even more letters and support through, and we still need to decorate the nursery," Harry worried his lip as he allowed Tom to lead him over to the armchair, settling down comfortably against the warmth of Tom's body, closing his eyes briefly, feeling himself relaxing against his partners body.
"Don't worry, we will have the nursery decorated ready for the birth. We could get it done this weekend now that we have chosen the paper and paint. Though we also have the seamstresses coming this afternoon to measure you all for your robes for the meeting," Tom added.
"Yay," Harry grumbled.
" They just need to adjust for the waist a little for you, and they want to take your basic measurements again so that they can put together some robes for you for after the baby is born," Tom said soothingly.
"I feel like a balloon when they measure me," Harry pouted.
"You do not look like a balloon," Tom assured him, ignoring the youngest Weasley boys yelping noise in the background.
Harry blinked sleepily and looked up when he saw someone standing in the doorway to the living room, seeing Fenrir he smiled and rubbed his eyes straightening up a little as he tugged the blanket back over his cold feet.
"Lord Harry? Is everything ok?" Fenrir asked concerned as he stepped fully into the room, glancing at the clock to see that it was nearly 0200 in the morning.
"Everything's fine, I just haven't been able to get comfortable for the last few nights and I have been disturbing Tom, so I thought I would come through and read for a little while," Harry smiled.
"He would want to know that you aren't sleeping you know," Fenrir smiled slightly coming over to sit beside Harry.
"I know, but he has enough on his plate with all these alliances and helping get ready for the birth, not to mention putting up with my hormones. He needs to rest, no matter how invincible he thinks he is," Harry shook his head.
"You're good for him," Fenrir smiled. "I have never seen him this happy before. It is good to see, he deserves love in his life after how much he has been through,"
"If this is you building up to telling me not to hurt him you don't have to worry," Harry said before blinking when Fenrir threw his head back a let out a deep barking laugh.
"You don't have the heart in you to do that, or well more like your heart is too big to do that. And from what I have heard once you set your mind to something you are set. No its more of a thank you and keep it up. Your making him realise that he doesn't have to be alone to be powerful, that he has friends who care about him. People who are by his side because of himself and not because he is the Dark Lord,"
"Oh, you're welcome then," Harry smiled. "You know, Tom speaks to me about you a lot, he has told me how you made friends,"
"You mean when he supported a too young, inexperienced alpha werewolf who had taken over his damaged pack from a deranged father and then had to hunt down his equally mad brother," Fenrir smiled a little bitterly.
"He clearly got it right," Harry shrugged with a small smile for Fenrir when he looked at him stunned. "You have the biggest and strongest Pack in Europe right?"
"I well...yes," Fenrir nodded actually blushing much to Harry's amusement.
"So...have you never thought about taking a mate for yourself?" Harry asked innocently, widening his green eyes when Fenrir started spluttering.
"I...its...I haven't..."
"I mean you are an attractive, handsome, strong, powerful, politically connected werewolf, you could surely have anyone that you wanted," Harry smiled.
"No one really caught my eyes," Fenrir coughed.
"Past tense?" Harry pounced on the tensing of Fenrir's phrasing like a Hippogryff on a rat.
"I...i..."
"You should ask him out you know," Harry decided to take some pity on the blushing, spluttering alpha werewolf.
"Who?!" Harry had to fight to keep a straight face as the said alpha werewolf squeaked.
"Draco, you should ask him to go out with you, take him out for a meal or something,"
"I can't!" Fenrir shook his head.
"Why not?" Harry asked calmly.
"Draco wanted Voldemort before me, I...he was in love with him, he won't want me," Fenrir shook his head.
"Fenrir, he thought he wanted Tom because that was what Narcissa, and Lucius, encouraged him to think. He wanted the position of power that being with Tom would have offered, he didn't actually want Tom. Whereas I have seen the way he looks at you, and how he reacts when he touches you, or you sit next to him," Harry shook his head.
"I...really?" Fenrir asked quietly slipping into his seat a little and frowning thoughtfully.
"Really. Fenrir ask him, he will say yes. He really likes you. And I think you would be good together," Harry encouraged.
"Honestly?" Fenrir asked nervously worrying his lip. "Because he's so much younger than me, and so gorgeous, and even though I am rich in my own respects really my pack is still recovering and he deserves the best which..."
"Is exactly what you can give to him thinking like that. He doesn't need someone else like himself, he needs someone different,. more laid back and down to earth, someone who is more mature and knows who they are and have a clear defined view of that. Draco has a strong personality but he is vulnerable as well. I think you will be really good for him, I wouldn't be suggesting this if I didn't. And I think he will help you to remember to have fun and enjoy our life as well a looking after your pack," Harry grinned.
"May I as you something?" Fenrir asked thoughtfully.
"Of course," Harry smiled.
"Are you really ok with me being a godfather?" Fenrir asked unsurely.
"Of course I am, why wouldn't be?" Harry asked confused.
"I am just...well am not very...well I know that do not come across to people very well and I was unsure that you were really happy with me being the godfather or if Voldemort had..."
"Can you really see me allowing Tom to bully me into having someone as Godfather our son that I did not completely agree with?" Harry asked amused as Fenrir trailed off.
"Well before you actually arrived here and I have seen you together, I would have said definitely yes. But seeing the way you are together, no," Fenrir snickered.
"I want you to be Godfather as much as Tom does," Harry patted Fenrir's hand.
"Hmm," Fenrir hummed thoughtfully staring into the fireplace, but the small smile on his lips made Harry sure that he hadn't upset him. He just sat back and picked up the book he had been reading and sat in the comfortable silence. "Where do you think that I should take Draco?" Fenrir asked making Harry smile a little wider.
"Harry?" Harry blinked awake and rubbed his tired eyes before looking up at Tom. He must have nodded off in the green room where he had gone after lunch, the sleepless nights and tiredness of his body having caught up with him. "Harry?" Tom asked concerned running his fingers through Harry's hair.
"I'm fine, don't worry," Harry practically blindly reached up and linked his fingers through Tom's, he tugged his hand down to press his lips to the back of it.
"You are tired a lot lately," Tom frowned moving to sit on the edge of the sofa without letting go of Harry's hand.
"Its ok, I'm just getting tired easier. I carrying around a whole extra person no matter how small he might be. Plus my magic is getting ready for the birth now," Harry assured him.
"And you're not sleeping properly," Tom raised an eyebrow challenging Harry to lie to him.
"A little. Oh don't give me the grumpy glare face," Harry huffed amused at the look he was being given.
"You should have woken me!" Tom carried on with the face anyway, hoping that it might somehow manage to intimidate Harry a little, a tiny bit.
"Tom I sit around all day reading and 'organising' people. You are running around like headless chicken trying to do everything. You need your sleep,"
"You are nearly ready to give birth, I am supposed to be worrying about you, not the other way around," Tom sighed shaking his head.
"Well how about if you wear yourself out now, then when the baby comes you will be of no help at all," Harry smiled to show he was teasing. He let out a slight yelp when Tom used his wandless magic to lift him forwards on the sofa while extending it, far enough that Tom after stripping out of his bulkier outer robes could slip behind him, wrapping his arm firmly around Harry even as he set up wards to make sure that Harry couldn't fall off, before settling down. "What are you doing?" Harry asked amused as Tom nuzzled into his shoulder and neck.
"I'm getting some sleep with you," Harry could hear the smirk in Tom's voice, so he did not feel particularly guilty for the grunt he received when he shoved his elbow back into Tom's stomach.
"What are those wards you are putting up?" Harry asked sleepily a few minutes later, the steady breathing and warmth of Tom easing him back into sleep.
"You can feel it?" Tom asked, something Harry would have guessed was shock in his voice, which would have alarmed Harry considering Tom was the Lord of Neutrality and Stoicism, but he was too warm, and comfortable to be bothered.
"Yes, it's like nets forming around us," He yawned, snuggling even closer to Tom.
"Harry that means that our magic is bonding around each other, if you are actually able to see my magic," Tom said lowly, that tone still in his voice.
"That's nice," Harry yawned again patting Tom's hand in what his sleep mind confirmed should be a reassuring gesture.
"You don't understand Harry, this is permanent, once they finish binding there is no undoing it, even a magical divorce won't be able to separate us," Tom didn't appear very reassured as he lifted himself up onto his elbow pulling a grumble of annoyance from Harry as he was shifted from the lovely warm and comfortable position he had found.
"Tom having a baby is a pretty permanent thing, and I don't know about you but I wasn't intending for this to be anything but permanent, so its a little more permanently permanent," He managed an awkward half shrug. "Now will you lie down! I was enjoying that," Harry huffed.
"But..."
"Lie down!" Harry cracked open an eye to glare up at Tom. The Dark Lord blinked red eyes at him for a few minutes before shaking his head and laying back down, wrapping his arms tightly around Harry.
"You know most people would be petrified of being bound permanently to me," Tom said softly into the skin of Harry's neck. Yawning again and snuggling back into a comfy place Harry reached up and twined his fingers through Tom's dark hair.
"Yeah, but you've always been my Dark Lord, so not so much with the petrified of you. I love you Tom, I'm not going anywhere," Harry said softly. Tom paused before hugging Harry closer and breathing in the scent of his consort.
"I love you too,"
Harry shifted slightly on his seat, well it was more like a throne though he would never admit that Ron was right about that, drawing a concerned look from Tom from where he was seated beside Harry. The younger gave a small shake of his head and a small smile letting him know that he was ok. To be honest sitting like this in one position was becoming a little uncomfortable on his back, and even though he was fairly sure that everyone would understand if he slumped down a little, he felt he had to sit straight backed and steady throughout the meeting.
Rabastan and Rodolphus were standing behind his seat throne, ready and their eyes constantly scanning the crowd for any signs of danger to their Lords. In a row directly in front of the dais Harry and Tom were seated on stood Severus, Lucius, Fenrir, Draco, Ron, Hermione, Charlie, Neville, Bill and a couple of others Harry recognised as being in Tom's inner circle, though not close enough to make it passed the family wards in their wing of the manor. And then behind them stood the rows upon rows upon rows of Death Eaters, more than he had ever seen before, each of them having sworn their loyalty to Tom lately.
And the mood had definitely changed when Harry had walked in with Tom, making it clear that he would be attending the meeting. Everyone had seemed to jump to attention, all of them trying to get better looks. To his amusement Harry had stopped a few Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs he had known through his years at Hogwarts in the crowd when they waved to him.
At first Harry had been unsure, but Tom had encouraged him, and the Dark Sect seemed to be gaining more and more confidence as he and Tom talked various issues between them when they were raised, and when Tom looked to Harry for advise or his opinion on matters. Harry could see the shock on his friends and the new comers faces as Tom took advise not only from Harry but from different Death Eaters, looking to them when a subject was raised that they specialised in, seeking out what they thought would be the best move to make. Harry had to admit he was proud sitting beside his mate watching him call on one face in the crowd of hundreds by name, knowing enough about them to know that their advise would be of use to him. This was the man that he had heard about but hadn't seen before all this, the charming man that pulled people in. The difference was whereas before he had believed that the charm was used wholly to Tom's advantage, he now realised was because he cared about the people he was ruling over and that in itself was a strong charm.
He loved seeing Tom like this, he loved watching him in his element as he was here. However he had to admit to himself that he was glad when Tom started pulling the meeting towards its end, his back was starting to ache something fierce, something he reckoned Tom knew if the looks he was being shot were anything to go by. He was a little shocked as the Death Eaters took their chance when Tom reached down to help him stand to call their best wishes to himself and to the baby. He sent them a grateful smile and small wave before following Tom out of the hall, Rabastan and Rodolphus were close to his back, though Hermione's good arm was looped through Rabastan's and he ensured that she was slightly in front of him as they followed Tom and Harry out the hall.
Tom led the way to the evening living room and helped Harry sit down onto the sofa before sitting next to him. Everyone blinked and then looked away as they made their way into the room when Tom cupped Harry's face and kissed him hungrily and deeply, stealing away both Harry's breath and his senses immediately as he soaked in the presence of his lover.
"Well that went very well," Tom smirked as they parted making Harry snort in amusement.
"You would get turned on by me showing political smarts," Harry rolled his eyes.
"You looked very sexy sitting there," Tom said softly enough for only Harry to hear as the others made their way to the rest of the seats.
"Pervert," Harry said fondly.
"I don't deny it," Tom smirked before nipping playfully at Harry's lip causing the younger man to giggle amused as Tom pressed their lips together again. He was aware suddenly of Ron making a stilfed laughing noise somewhere to his left and then the sound of flesh hitting flesh.
"Stop it, its cute!" Hermione hissed.
"Hey!" Harry pulled away to pout at his friends.
"In a good way," Hermione grinned.
"Still going with hey!"
"Well it is," She shrugged.
"If you hadn't just blown off someone's arm in defense of me I would be much more upset right now," Harry huffed sticking his nose into the air playfully.
"Oh don't worry I am going to be milking that one for a long time," Hermione grinned with more teeth than normal making Harry and Ron start laughing at her evil expression that you wouldn't dream you would normally find on the bookwormish girl's face. It was the look she got right before they started an adventure. The Slytherins in the room were blinking at the Gryffindor trio stunned while the rest of the Gryffindor bunch just shook their heads fondly.
"Hey," Harry said softly not wanting to startle Tom too much considering he was buried in paperwork and looked as though he had been there for a fair while. His shirt was a little crumpled and he had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, the tips of his fingers were ink stained and when he finally looked up he blinked a little blurrily at Harry.
"Harry, I thought you were in the library with your friends," Tom frowned a little, glancing to the clock before cursing when he saw the time. "I'm very sorry, I missed lunch,"
"Hey its ok, you've been busy. But not eating isn't an option either, so I brought you a plate," Harry smiled placing the plate of sandwiches and small section of meat pie onto a relatively clear portion of Tom's desk. He smiled when Tom tugged him enough to turn him around to press a few gentle kisses to his lips. Something in Harry's chest burned when he pulled back and saw that look in Tom's eyes he always got when Harry did something for him just because he loved him. It was an expression Harry knew from the mirror, especially during his first four years of friendship with Hermione and Ron. It was an expression that said he was thankful for whatever had been done for him, but not sure how to express it and a little bit awed as well that someone would want to do something nice for him just because they cared.
He leant and brushed a couple more kisses to Tom's cheek before stepping back.
"I'll leave you to this," He smiled.
"No, stay while I eat? I need to take a break I think, my head is spinning slightly with ideas, and I think my stomach may now be attempting to eat itself," Tom groaned as his stomach did let out a growl that Harry reckoned could challenge Fenrir. Instead of going around the desk to sit on the chair seated in front of Tom's desk he slipped onto his lover's lap. "Comfy?" Tom asked amused.
"Yup. Not too heavy am I?" Harry asked concerned.
"Harry you are nowhere near heavy," Tom snorted. "So what have you been doing?" He asked as he cut into the pie.
"Me, Hermione and Ron have been in the library looking at the wards. We think that we have come up with a few new wards to tie around the ones that you already have up," Harry hummed.
"Oh?"
"Don't get your robes in a twist, Hermione has a brilliant mind, and the three of us have been known for coming up with ideas that others don't really think of. They, and me, just want to make sure that we are as safe as possible, especially with the birth coming so close," Harry smiled amused.
"Hmm, I will never say no to help when it comes to yours and his safety," Tom smiled, wrapping his arm around Harry's waist and stroking his hand over Harry's bump. Harry settled down against Tom's shoulder with a happy smile running over the wards they had found. He blinked when Tom made a noise when he bit into his sandwich.
"You brought my favourites," Tom frowned blinking at the cheese and cucumber sandwiches.
"Yes…" Harry said slowly.
"I didn't realize you knew," Tom said quietly. Sighing Harry stroked his fingers through Tom's hair, the Dark Lord closed his eyes and tilted his head back, enjoying the touch.
"You always choose them when they are on the table, and you eat more of them than any of the others. I noticed," Harry explained keeping up the ministration.
"No one notices things like that," Tom hummed absently.
"They do now," Harry said softly making Tom open his eyes and meet soft but determined green ones. He considered him for a second before smiling softly and leaning up to kiss him softly.
"Harry are you ok?" Draco asked concerned watching as Harry shifted again for the seventh time in a few minutes.
"I'm fine," Harry smiled shaking his head.
"Are you sure?" Hermione frowned looking at her friend concerned.
"Honestly I'm fine," He shook his head. But he wasn't really, his stomach was a little tight when he managed to press his hand discretely to his stomach he was worried when it felt a little hard. But Tom was away at a meeting that he hadn't been able to avoid, and if he admitted it he was a little scared. It couldn't be yet! "How did your date with Fenrir go?" Harry asked, smirking when Draco blushed and looked down at his hands.
"Harry?" Ron frowned when he caught Harry wincing.
"I'm fine," He shook his head ignoring Ron's frown deepening.
"Tom! Tom! Tom!" The Dark Lord let out an undignified noise when he was woken after only an hour and a half of sleep when he had slipped into bed with Harry already sleeping by his loving and delicate Consort kicking him firmly in the shins.
"Wha?" Tom sat up blinking blurrily around the room.
"Tom!" Harry groaned. Tom quickly woke and sat fully up looking at Harry who had pulled himself into a half seated position in bed, his face was drawn with pain and sweat was covering his face.
"Harry? Harry what is it?" Tom would deny he was panicking. But he was.
"Tom, I think…urgh no no, I am in labor!" Harry yelped as a contraction shot across his stomach.
"Oh Merlin! No its too soon! What do I do? I need to…I need to go and…erm…" Harry blinked as he watched Tom shoot from the bed and then proceeded to turn in four different directions.
"Tom?"
"What? What do I do?" Tom flapped.
"Maybe getting me out of bed first would be a good start?" Harry raised an eyebrow holding his hands out to Tom.
"Right, right," Tom nodded hurrying to Harry's side of the bed. He took Harry's hand and gently eased him off the bed. Harry groaned and bent over slightly as his stomach tightened again. They both blinked when there was a sudden rush of liquid hitting the floor.
"Yes, definitely in labor," Harry grinned weakly.
"What do I do!" Tom asked pleadingly. Harry groaned and grabbed Tom's face, tugging him down into a fierce kiss.
"Tom, calm down!" Harry said amused feeling strangely more relaxed while faced with Tom's panicking.
"Ok, calm, I'm calm," Tom nodded frantically.
"You need to send a patronus to Burns and let him know. Then we need to start making our way to the healing room," Harry instructed.
"I can do that!" Tom nodded again before firing off the patronus.
"Help me change?" Harry asked wincing at the feel of the dampness around his legs.
"Of course," Tom sucked in another deep breath and then went and collected a change of clothes for Harry. A loose pair of sweats and a long top that Harry had bought for this moment. He helped Harry gently despite his panicking to change out of his wet clothes and into his new ones.
"Ready?" Harry asked sucking in a deep breath himself.
"Its happening, actually happening," Tom breathed out, blinking slightly stunned at Harry. Harry had to smile despite the pain in his stomach.
"We'll get to hold him soon," Harry laughed excited.
"We're going to be fathers," Tom smiled shakily.
"Come on Tad, let's get to the healing room," Harry breathed out as he felt another jolt running through his stomach. Tom breathed out closing his eyes at the word before opening them with a still shaky but more excited smile as he wrapped his arm around Harry's waist to help him through the manor to the healing room.