Title: Something Magical
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,190. ~20,000 (overall)
Warnings: Male/male sex and angst.
Summary: An unwelcome visitor to Harry's home over the summer leads to something much more.
Notes: For allthingsmagical, it's her idea and she asked me to write it so I am. And Sirius' partner choice is dedicated to silenceberry.

Chapter nine

The fourth month of Draco's pregnancy was the hardest. He was lucky, he supposed, no morning sickness or dizzy spells just extreme tiredness.

But as he entered November, the fourth month, he started to get horny and because his friends and Slytherins were so protective of him he was able to be alone to have a wank. And he was going crazy, all he wanted to do was have Harry fuck him- he quickly shook his head to dispel the thought immediately.

"Alright, Draco?"

He smiled "I'm fine Pansy, I think I'll go and have a long soak in the Prefects Bath."

Pansy bit her lip and watched him through narrowed eyes before she nodded "Greg make sure he doesn't fall on the stairs."

"Pans I'll be fine-" Draco protested.

"He goes with you."

"Fine but I'm coming back on my own. One or the other Pansy."

She bowed her dark head and watched as Draco and Greg headed up the stairs from the Entrance Hall. As she turned away from their retreating backs she noticed a familiar head of black hair, smirking to herself she faced Vince, Blaise and Theo.

"I do feel sorry for Draco. He's not going to last much longer, is he? Not with his" she paused, "affliction."

Blaise's usually impassive face morphed into a frown and Pansy tilted her head back and to the left indicating where Harry was hiding. "The cause-" their codename for Harry in public, she broke into sniffles. "-Oh my poor Drakie!" She sobbed dramatically flinging herself into Blaise's arms.

Theo nodded gravely "indeed, his life will be over soon enough" the foursome moved towards the dungeon Pansy turned back to see Harry moving from his hiding spot and shooting up the stairs.

Heart pounding with fear, Harry knew that he had to apologise to Draco before he died, he knew he couldn't live with himself if the blond died hating him. Harry passed Goyle on the second floor and knew that Draco was alone in the Prefects Bathroom, when he reached the door he whispered the password and slipped inside.

He stared at Draco, who was wet and resting against the side of the bath bubbles up to his chest, the blond head tilted and froze when his grey eyes settled on Harry. "What are you doing here?"

"I-" Harry swallowed audibly. "I overheard Parkinson and the others talking about how you're going to, going to-"

"Potter you're making no sense. I'm going to what?"

Harry moved over and knelt down on the wet tiles by Draco's head and bending almost in half he pressed his lips to Draco's; wanting one last kiss with the blond before he passed on.

Responding whole heartedly to the kiss Draco physically accepted Harry's non-verbal apology. When they pulled away gasping Draco whispered "fuck me, Harry, please" not able to deny Draco much Harry gripped his wand and vanished his clothes before sliding into the bath in front of the blond.

Taking Harry's wand Draco waved it to stretch and lubricate his entrance. He then tossed the wand onto the tiles and pulled Harry between his open legs. Crying out as he slipped inside Draco, Harry thrusting shallowly and increasing to hard and pounding.

Kisses were exchanged and they gasped and moaned but no words were spoken as they hurtled towards their climax, Draco's itch being scratched after days of nothing.

Screaming Harry's name Draco exploded into the water as Harry came inside of him, slumping on top before pulling out and leaving the bath to find a towel.

"Harry?"

"I shouldn't have taken advantage of you in your state. It's not right."

Draco frowned and remembered how Harry's hands had remained on his hips never straying higher.

"It's nothing I have to be ashamed of" Draco said affronted.

Staring at Draco in disbelief Harry spluttered "but- you- it's sick!"

"Sick!" Draco rose from the water, his slightly protruding belly forced Harry to look away, he didn't know what was wrong with Draco but he assumed he had a tumour in his stomach, or something. "This isn't sick! You fucking bastard!"

"Look" Harry took a deep breath and got dressed in some clothes the house elves had left, "it shouldn't have happened. I shouldn't have lost control, I still haven't forgiven you for lying to me and- for fuck's sake put some clothes on" he growled.

Draco felt tears burning his eyes and he strode over to Harry and punched him in the jaw before collecting his wand and waving it over himself a couple of times; the first to dry and the second to dress before he walked to the door. Once he had it slightly open he glanced back at Harry "and I haven't forgiven you for breaking my heart, over and over."

The door clicked shut behind him and Harry was left shivering in the cold room, half dressed and completely confused.

XXX

By the time Draco had slowly made his way down to the dungeons he had worked himself into a slow burning anger and hurt.

Whispering the password Draco walked in, nodded to Pansy who followed him up to the sixth year boys' dorm where Blaise, Theo, Vince and Greg were.

"Draco, what's going on?" Pansy said as she shut the door and moved to sit next to Blaise on his bed. The other's turned to pay attention to their friend, watching closely as the blond took a few steps to sit on his bed with his hands resting on the slight bump of his stomach.

"Potter came to the bathroom." He ignored the looks shared between his friends as he sighed heavily.

"And what happened?"

Closing his eyes as his cheeks burned Draco mumbled "we had sex. His hands stayed on my hips, he never touched me, he only kissed me once and-" Draco sniffed. "-when he saw Bump, he wouldn't look at me again telling me over and over that it was sick. That sleeping with me when I am like this is sick." Draco kept his voice quiet but his friends recognised the hurt tone, they had heard it enough.

Pansy bit her lip and her eyes flickered towards Blaise, who was staring at the floor and then Theo who fiddled with the edge of his pillow case. Vince and Greg just sat there, faces impassive.

"What?" Draco noted his friends' reactions and knew their guilt. "What have you done?"

"We may have discussed your condition, without terms and Potter may or may not have overheard and misconstrued it as life threatening. With you only having a few months left to live" Theo explained calmly when none of the others spoke up.

"So he had pity sex with me?"

"I don't presume to know Potter but if he had sex with you I doubt it was out of pity. It was probably out of fear that he'd never get to do it again."

Laying back on his bad Draco closed his eyes against the onslaught of emotions, he knew logically that his friends were trying to help but right now he just wanted to sleep and pretend he was in Harry's arms.