Chapter 7: Draco's Dreams
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Draco breathed the relieved sigh he didn't know he was holding when he saw that it was only Pansy outside.
Thank Merlin it wasn't Theo, or he wouldn't be able to hold back his anxiety and Theo would know that he was hiding something.
But still, Draco needed to be careful, even if he already considered this woman like a sister. He put a significant distance between them and carefully minced his words. He couldn't ask him how long she was standing outside or if she heard anything. She would be suspicious.
So Draco settled for the neutral and cliché question of, "What are you doing here?"
Pansy tilted her head. "Can't I talk to you?"
Draco needed that. To talk to someone. But he couldn't, now that he knew he had someone valuable and worthy in him. He couldn't risk his baby for something as simple as talking.
"I'm tired, Pansy. I don't have the energy to gossip with you anymore." He tried to walk past her to go to his bed, but Pansy blocked his way, so Draco stopped as well, not wanting to get close to her.
"Strange. You weren't like this back in Hogwarts, darling. We used to gossip until midnight—where was that Draco? What happened to you?"
"In case it escaped your notice, Pansy, we're not in Hogwarts anymore. We're here for more serious tasks. We weren't kids anymore who would only gossip about who was together with whom and what the Gryffindorks were up to," Draco raised an eyebrow. "What do you think we're to gossip here? How could my aunt still have a boner for the dark lord?"
Pansy chuckled a little before turning serious. "No, the fact that Potter got someone up the duff."
It's me, Draco's brain unhelpfully supplied.
Draco crossed his arms to hide his trembling hands.
"Yeah, I heard. And like we agreed earlier, it's obviously Granger. Who else was with him? This is an open secret, everyone knows it."
"Draco," Pansy had a frown. Draco didn't know what she had in mind, but he knew that he wouldn't like it. She looked too sympathetic for him. "It's not whom he knocked up, it's how you feel about it."
Oh, Merlin. He doesn't like where this is going.
"I said I'm tired, leave me alone."
"Draco, we have to talk about this."
"Talk what? How are you starting to sound ridiculous? Pansy, this is insane; how do you think I feel about this? Potter could knock up anyone he wanted, and I wouldn't bat an eye. But of course, now I should care because the dark lord wanted them dead-"
"No, none of that. I know you like Potter."
"Pansy!" Draco couldn't help but raise his voice, and before his stupidity got the best of him, he waved his wand to cast a silencing charm in his room in case someone, Theo, was just outside his room. "Are you out of your mind? Why, please, scream it to everyone, to the dark lord's face. See if I don't get killed if the dark lord assumes I'm talking to Potter or I'm somehow betraying him because I'm a fool who liked the Undesirable No. 1."
Draco didn't want to guilt Pansy or make her feel bad, he knew she was just worried for him, but the fact that someone knew that he had real feelings for Potter was scaring the shit out of him. He knew how this thing went: if he didn't douse the fire as early as now, it would intensify until it turned into a clusterfuck that would not end well for him. It would start simple with Pansy knowing his silly (hopeless) boy crush on Harry, then everyone in their circle of friends would know, and Theo, of course, would tell the Dark Lord.
Draco just knew from Theo's increasing vile attitude, he was more than excited to replace Draco in his position and be the leader of the New Generation Death Eaters.
And of course, the Dark Lord would know the truth, and he would kill him or his snake would, because, honestly, Draco didn't think the Dark Lord could still kill more with his condition.
His baby.
He had to protect his baby.
"I'm sorry."
"Pansy," Draco dared not say sorry, he hardened his look more. "Whatever you thought I felt for Potter was nothing. I never liked Potter, never will. Potter's an enemy to us. He was an annoyance to us all since he was a kid. Honestly, if Potter just dropped dead, I would be the happiest," Draco stopped before Pansy realized he was exaggerating everything at this point. "Besides, I'm already promised to Astoria."
Oh, Merlin. Astoria. Even Draco was shocked at the realization and reminder of Astoria. Really, she was the least on his mind. With all the war, Voldemort, Harry, and now he's pregnant.
"You're right. I'm sorry if I just wanted to check on my friend."
"Don't. It's not the time for that. Leave me be, Pansy."
Draco thought Pansy would leave since she moved out of the way, but as soon as he sat on his bed, he heard Pansy whispering, "You're the only reason why we're here."
And fuck. If Draco didn't feel shittier and more fucked up. He knew. His friends had promised him on the 4th year, when the rumors of the Dark Lord's return were stronger than usual, that they would join him. Slytherins were not known for words and grand gestures like Gryffindors, but when they love, they loved. Back then, Draco thought that joining Voldemort's cause was a privilege, so he was more than grateful and proud that his friends decided to join their cause as well.
That was one of his worst decisions in life.
Had he known it was this disastrous and fatal, he would've begged his friends not to. It's enough that Draco would die here, but his friends as well? Because of him? Draco didn't know what he was going to do if one of them died here.
Draco tried to warn them, but no matter what he told them, they proved to him that they were Slytherins. To anyone else, they might be cold-blooded bullies who only knew how to hate and be mysoginists, but they knew they were family, and Slytherins don't back out on their promises. So, after Dumbledore's death, they each got their marks and joined the Death Eaters' depressing club.
"I didn't tell you to come here. Don't blame me for your choices, I tried telling you-"
"I'm not blaming you, Draco, Merlin's bollocks. I didn't remind you of that to blame you. I'm just saying we're here so we could support you and talk to you, especially when you need us, and right now, I know-"
"I don't need you, Pansy," Draco knew he hit the nail when Pansy's expression fell before it closed off, and the only thing he could see was an icy glare on her face. "I don't need anyone. I want to be alone. You want to help me? Fine. Then, don't talk to me again."
Pansy rolled her eyes. "Fine, if that's what you want, asshole. I'm more than willing to."
Pansy gave her another look, and when Draco only raised an eyebrow, she shook her head and left, almost breaking the door behind her.
Draco sighed, his heart squeezing in his chest, and his nose hurt as his eyes sting from unshed tears. But, Draco blinked out his tears. Draco shook the guilt off and forced the need to chase after Pansy to apologize out of him. For his baby's safety, even if it meant alienating himself from his friends.
That night, he slept without the aid of Dreamless Sleep Potion.
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And he didn't regret doing so.
He only regretted that he didn't stop depending on a potion earlier.
Draco had his eyes closed but regained consciousness when he felt someone's lips peppering kisses on his face, particularly on his lips, which were slowly curling into a smile when his brain finally clicked.
"Harry?" Draco asked. Even with his eyes closed, the smell and the feeling of his boyfriend were prominent and familiar. He slowly opened his eyes but was still shocked to find Harry in front of him. "What's happening? Am I dreaming? Is this a dream?"
"It is. Literally," Harry sadly chuckled and guided Draco to sit up. Harry gave him the chance to take a look around him, so he did.
Draco was still in his own room, and from his opened door, he could see that it was only pitch black outside.
Draco turned back to look at Harry, hoping that his boyfriend could shed some light on his questions. "Why are you here, Harry? I thought you were in a coma."
"I am, my love," Harry began caressing his cheeks, he had a melancholy look on his face. "This is me visiting you in your dream."
"You can do that?"
"Only to you, I tried doing it to Hermione's or Ron's, but I couldn't, I realized that I can do this to only one. If I chose Hermione or Ron, I had to give you up."
"And you picked me?"
"Of course," Harry cupped his cheeks. "I already told you, you are the most important person to me. And of course, I couldn't do this to them."
Draco didn't have the chance to ask what when Harry captured his lips in his. Harry's lips were enthusiastic, excited, and intense against his. And though his kiss was all teeth and tongue, with every flick of his tongue, Draco felt his love and deep longing.
"Horny asshole," Draco whispered against Harry's lips, despite the unmistakable smile on his face. "I miss you, Harry, and I'm glad you're here. I thought you were dead. When the Dark Lord ran to attack you, I thought for sure you were-" Draco was suddenly pulled into a tight hug. With a small sniff, Draco buried his nose on Harry's shoulder and tightened his arms around Harry's waist. "I thought I could never see you again, Harry. I was so scared. What happened?"
Harry pulled Draco until he was sitting with his back against the headboard and Draco was settled on his lap. "We just destroyed another horcrux, it was Hufflepuff's cup, he had it hidden in Bellatrix's vault."
"I'm assuming Granger had to do something about it?" Draco started playing with Harry's locks. "You know how angry the Dark Lord was at my aunt that time? He was so angry, I thought he was going to kill her."
Harry smirked. "He should've finished her. But yeah, it was Hermione, smart witch. She had Bellatrix's hair from 5th year at that time, and at that time we fought at the Ministry, I don't know how she was able to copy her wand, though."
"Aunt Bella said it was the goblin's fault. Said they're stupid. Anyway, the Dark Lord came back here, he was so weak, you got him good, Harry," Harry looked very happy at the news. "But I remembered the prophecy that one would be killed at the hands of the other, so I thought—but then the spy said you were in a coma. Then the Dark Lord said you had an unborn baby, and-"
Draco's eyes widened when he realized that he hadn't told his boyfriend yet that he was going to be a father. He quickly put Harry's hands on his stomach. "Harry, I'm pregnant."
Harry quickly smiled but fell when he stared at Draco's eyes. "I know, love. I know. I was happy when I first learned it, somehow, I just knew that you were, but then I heard you earlier at your toilet, and I heard your cries, so I have to apologize-"
"Don't," Draco shook his head and leaned in for a deep kiss to stop his boyfriend's apology. "I was shocked and scared to death, my thoughts got the best of me. But now that I realized that we're going to have a baby and that we'll be a family, I'm happy, Harry."
Harry's smile returned, and it was brighter. Even his eyes were sparkling. Draco had to playfully roll his eyes. Somehow, he knew that Harry was a family man, someone who longed for and would cherish his family. Lucky for him, Draco loved him so much that he wanted a family with him.
Draco began combing Harry's wild hair. "I know this isn't the best of times, what with the Dark Lord and you in a coma, but with our baby, I don't feel so lonely anymore-"
"I'm sorry, I should've been with you during all this, but I can't-"
"You take your time to heal to defeat the dark lord once and for all, but until then, our baby and I are going to be alright, and I'll damn make sure the noseless psychopath would not hurt our baby."
"I just fall and fall for you everyday. You're so brave, Draco, I love you," Before Draco could respond, Harry was already saying, "You know, I just realized that this is a blessing in disguise."
"There's no blessing with you almost dying."
"Oh?" Harry had a playful smile. "But then, I can already worship your body as long as I want to."
Draco giggled when Harry carefully flipped him on the bed, his arms locking him in place.
Draco then wrapped his arms around Harry's shoulders and smothered him with pecks. "I love you too, Harry."
Harry answered back with a passionate kiss. Draco knew just how excited his boyfriend was when, only a minute later, Draco was already naked with Harry's head bobbing up and down on his cock.
"Oh, sweet Merlin!" Draco moaned when he felt his tip against Harry's throat, his warm lips firmly wrapped around the whole of Draco's twitching cock, his hands covered his eyes and lips, but then he remembered, they're in his dreams, alone, so he could be as loud as he could.
Then, Harry picked up his hand and placed it on his head. They both knew it meant Harry wanted Draco to fuck his mouth, so he did. He gripped Harry's hair harder and began to thrust his hips in and out of Harry's warm mouth, groaning when he looked down and saw Harry smirking at Draco, despite his stretched-out lips.
Fuck. Draco would never not feel desire burn in the very depths of his body at the feeling and sight of Harry with his lips around him.
He threw his head back when Harry released his cock with a loud pop. "Fuck!" Draco then began thrashing when Harry began sucking on his bollocks, and if not for the strong grip Harry had on his hips, he would be humping the air.
"Fuck yes!" Draco couldn't be arsed to moan anything other than 'Fuck!' and 'Yes!' especially when Harry put his warm mouth back on Draco's cock. The blonde could only raise his legs onto Harry's shoulders and push Harry's back with his feet until the Chosen One was deep throating him.
Then, he began to feel the familiar pull in his gut. "Harry, I'm going to come."
Draco was not shocked anymore when his boyfriend pulled out and went down. Draco shivered when he felt Harry's magic washing him with cleaning charms, for a moment, the pooling in his body was gone, but it came back more intensely when he felt Harry's wet muscle rough against his soft wrinkled hole.
"Fuck!"
Within a few seconds of Harry nipping and licking, Draco was coming with a tremble.
Harry really loved to see him come with his tongue in Draco's hole after messing up his mind with a good blow.
Harry smirked at Draco's sweaty, fucked out state. "I miss your taste. Get over on all fours, baby. Daddy's going to eat your pretty hole until you're begging me not to."
Draco languidly followed his boyfriend, burying his face on his pillow. He just knew Harry was going to be intense. If it weren't for the baby, he knew Harry would be manhandling him and would have his face buried on Draco's arse in seconds, but Harry was softer to him this time. Not that Draco was complaining, anything Harry gave him, Draco was happy. As long as it's Harry.
Draco bit on his pillow when Harry began his ministrations, his pillow progressively getting wet whenever Harry would enter him with his tongue, fucking Draco with his tongue. He whined when he felt Harry's lips and teeth marking his inner thighs, his tongue licking down to his legs.
Harry's sounds of admiration for his ass and him humming as if he's eating a full course meal in a five-star restaurant had Draco feeling another edge of orgasm.
Just as he promised, Harry didn't stop eating his hole until Draco was whining, unintentionally rubbing himself on Harry's face, and his hand on his member, rubbing himself.
Then, his sweet lover, who had always been intoned with his orgasms, pulled his tongue out at the last second, replacing it with his fingers, curling and rubbing just the right spot, and Draco was coming for the second time.
"Just give me a minute, Harry."
It had always been overwhelming and overstimulating with Harry. He was so generous and loving.
Harry nodded and leaned in for a kiss instead. Draco could taste himself, but he didn't care.
After a few minutes, Draco felt himself hardening again. Harry could feel him too. He was quick to spread Draco's legs and positioned himself between Draco, having the full intention to pound into him, but Drsco stopped him.
With the little time they had, they usually were fucking, it was always Harry pounding in the tightness of Draco once he's done giving Draco an unforgettable blow, but they weren't complaining, it was a thing they both loved. But now that they have all the time in the world, Draco wanted to focus more on foreplay and giving Harry the pleasures he would usually give Draco.
"Wait, I want to taste your cock, Harry," Harry blinked. Draco smirked. "I want to taste the cock that got me pregnant."
Harry looked more than eager all of a sudden. Draco opened his mouth at Harry.
"Oh fucking hell, that's hot," Harry groaned when Draco wiggled his tongue as seductively as he could, but instead of feeling Harry's heavy cock invade his mouth, he felt thick fingers instead. Draco choked at the surprise, but he hummed and began sucking on Harry's muscled, hairy fingers, just like what he would do to Harry's cock.
Draco's eyes widened when Harry began scissoring his mouth as if he were preparing Draco's mouth for his cock. Draco pulled out. "No need for that, Harry. I can take you."
"I know, I just want to feel your mouth."
Draco shrugged and continued to suck Harry's fingers down to his knuckles, chuckling when he saw Harry's control slowly slipping from him. Draco even licked his palm.
He continued this until Harry stopped him, quickly standing up and rubbing his tip against Draco's awaiting lips. Draco smiled up at him and took Harry's cock in his mouth.
"Look at me, baby. You look so beautiful. So, so beautiful."
Draco hummed, looking up at Harry as he concentrated to take Harry's cock in his mouth, but stopped midway when he felt gagged, frowning a little. Harry didn't look like he cared, though, just as long as Draco sucked him as he looked up at Harry and batted his eyelashes, but Draco minded. He wanted to take Harry's full mast, like Harry did to him.
But next time, with more practice, Draco could suck Harry until his nose was against Harry's pelvis. Now that they have more time to explore each other's bodies. Maybe Harry was right, maybe this was a blessing in disguise, albeit a little fucked up.
Harry groaned when Draco pulled away to softly lick his head. "You look like a slut, baby."
"Your slut."
Harry's smile widened.
Draco's sure there was nothing 'slut' about sucking your boyfriend's cock, but Harry loved him calling him that, and it made Draco feel hotter than he should be allowed to, so who was he to stop that?
Draco didn't know, how two months with no sex, but they still found their rhythm with no awkwardness; it was natural for them. Their affinity for dirty talking, loud sex, and kinks coming out naturally to play.
Only it wasn't as rough and hard back then.
Harry was very careful with him when he pushed Draco down and positioned himself in between Draco's widely spread legs.
"Tell me if it hurts, Draco. I want to be gentle."
With a little caress on his stomach, Harry's eyes shifted to a look of disbelief, pride, love, and contentment before shifting to feral and lustful when Draco whimpered, "Fuck me, daddy."
But Harry's wanting to be gentle was mildly forgotten when Draco, limbs tightly wrapped around Harry, moaned out right in his ear with a breathy voice, "Oh Merlin, Harry! Fuck me harder. Faster! Yes!"
Draco was grateful they weren't on the rickety bed in their secret meeting room anymore, and so, Harry could fuck him hard in his sturdy bed.
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Draco looked up and smiled at Harry, feeling satiated and satisfied after a very long time. After placing a soft kiss on Harry's lips, Draco asked him about the thought that had been bugging him. "You said earlier that you heard me crying in my toilet, what do you mean by that?"
"Oh, yeah," Harry looked sheepish all of a sudden. "While my body's healing someplace I don't know, they're probably with the Order. My spirit, well, I'm here, trapped in your bedroom."
"So, what? You're just waiting for me to go to sleep?"
"Yeah, that's," Harry frowned. "When you put it like that, it sounded really creepy, but yeah, that's the only time I can form a solid communication with you. You see me when you're dreaming, but during the day, I'm just an invisible ghost."
"So, if you've been here all this time, you've seen and heard what I've been doing and saying?"
"That you were promised to Astoria Greengrass?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Well, you already knocked me up, I don't think there could be anything more once this is all done."
Harry looked proud of himself that he got Draco pregnant. "Good."
"You do know I'm gay, right? Even if you weren't in the picture, I doubt there could be anything fruitful in our relationship. All we needed was an heir, anyway."
Harry's hand, which was comfortably squeezing his ass, tightened. Draco raised his leg to give Harry access to his puffy redened hole, which Harry immediately accepted. Draco shivered at Harry's rough middle finger rubbing his hole. They were already sated, yet it was normal for Harry to play with his ass after their lovemaking. Harry was really obsessed with his arse.
"I'm glad I'm in the picture so there would be nothing to start with."
"You're so possessive."
"You already regret this?"
"No. Never."
"Good," Harry smiled a little. "I also heard what you told Parkinson, and I'm worried, Draco. Very worried for you. Especially now, in your state, you need all the support system you can get."
"It's not like I don't trust them because I do," when Harry only gave him a doubtful look, Draco began explaining himself, "Really, I do. I trust them with my life. But, I don't trust them with your life, especially my baby's. We're Slytherins, I know how we think."
Harry sighed. "But then you will be all alone."
"But you will be here every night, right Harry?"
"Of course. I will be here as long as you need me, and you don't use that dreamless sleep potion."
"Then, I'll be fine," Draco caressed his stomach. "We will be fine with you here. If I were able to take it twice a month, I could do it every night. Just don't leave us, please."
"I won't. I love you, Draco."
"Tell me what to do."
Draco could feel Harry's mouth moving, but he couldn't hear him, his eyes were already closing.
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Draco woke up, blinking. His dream was vivid, like it really happened. But it was impossible, how could Harry ever travel in his dream?
But when he sat up and felt the familiar pain of a rough lovemaking in his lower body, Draco realized he should never feel surprised anymore. Nothing is impossible for Harry.
But just to make sure, he walked to his toilet, and when he saw the markings Harry left last night, Draco smiled.
If he closed his eyes and really focused, it felt like he could feel Harry behind him, hugging him.
His peace, though, was broken by Theo's frantic knocks.
Draco felt motivated. It's time to play the cunning Slytherin. Harry might have softened him, but he's still a Slytherin, and he knew how to play their games.
And he knew how to beat Voldemort at his own game.
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