Chapter 13: Back to Square One

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"Ah! Ah! Harry- fuck! F-fucking hell! Harry!" Draco moaned as he rode Harry, his hand tightly gripping Harry's chest while the other got a hold on his very pregnant lower belly to protect his baby as Draco bounced himself on top of his boyfriend.

-

Over a month had passed since his bump first made an appearance, and since then, it felt like Jamie hadn't stopped growing, so now he knew he could never reason his way out of it and pass it off as the result of one too many desserts.

He knew he was significantly smaller compared to the pregnant birds he had seen, but he also knew that he had to be careful, so now he needed to be at least a few feet away from anyone—a feat that no one had questioned, apart from Theo, since he'd already isolated himself months before.

And for that, he was grateful for his past decisions and a little less guilty about knowing he was falling apart away from Pansy and his own mother.

Some nights, he would cry to Harry about it, especially because he knew those two women were having a hard time as it is, and he really missed his mother's hugs and comforting words, but it was all for the best. He couldn't stomach the thought of hugging his mother and having her feel his bump. And when Harry would tell him that maybe he should reconsider his thoughts and consider trusting those most important women in his life, Draco would shake his head and blame his tears on hormones. Fuck hormones.

And fuck Theo. Who was almost always the topic of Harry's rants some nights.

"Why were you friends with him in the first place?" Harry asked one night, for the umpteenth time.

'Because', Draco wanted to say. 'He used to be a cool and nice kid. He used to be someone Blaise and Pansy could rely on, but the Dark Lord happened, and he's all gone to shit.'

But Draco didn't want to go emotional and reminisce on their pasts. He couldn't remember Theo as the kid who would buy his favorite sweets whenever he felt sad, stay with Pansy to talk with her, make Blaise and Millie happy, or someone who had the endless patience to teach Vincent and Greg, because then he would lower his defenses around him. And Theo wasn't the same sweet kid anymore.

So Draco shrugged. "I don't know, but he's very handsome."

Draco smirked when he heard a growl from his boyfriend. He looked up at Harry and found him smirking back, used to Draco's teasing. Good, he's not jealous of Theo anymore, even though the guy was never more than a friend to Draco.

"You're a brat."

"He is handsome, but lucky for you, if you love a Slytherin blonde, well, I love a ruggedly handsome Gryffindor," Draco caressed Harry's growing 5 o'clock shadow. "Speaking of ruggedly, aren't you going to shave this?"

"I can't pick up a razor now, can I? Unless, you can bring a razor with you in your dreams?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "You're a wizard, Harry."

"I know. Hagrid had beaten you to it," Harry smirked.

Draco rolled his eyes again. With Harry, he might as well have his eyes on the back of his skull. He's just adorably oblivious and stupid, it's really endearing. He's like a crup, stupid but endearing, which is rare for a Gryffindor since they're mostly stupid.

"No, I mean you can shave your stubble with your wand... or your hand," Draco grumbled seeing Harry do too many wandlessly wordlessly spells as if that were normal. "Don't tell me you don't know that?"

"Oh," Harry blinked. See? That's why Harry couldn't die yet because he didn't know he could shave in a wizarding way, and Draco wanted to be the one to tell him everything he needed to know as a wizard. "I did not know that, but I still can't," Harry suddenly looked sheepish. "I can't do most spells, I don't know why, but I can feel my power residing inside me, just waiting."

Waiting for the time Harry woke up to finally vanquish the dark lord. Draco almost shivered at the thought of seeing that face to face, hopefully he could. He'd wet himself for sure.

Realizing something, Draco raised an eyebrow. "You mean to tell me, you couldn't cast a spell as simple as shaving, but you could vanish my clothes and lube me up well?"

Harry smirked. "Oh, I can do that. I can do more than that," Harry's hands settled on Draco's stomach and he began caressing him. "If you're not protecting Jamie right now, I'd have you tied up while I pound inside you until you're begging me to stop."

"Aren't you a charmer, Harry James Potter?"

Harry snickered. "Always."

"It's nice to know you've got your priorities straight. Like Blaise said, you're a man of priorities," Draco snorted when Harry proudly nodded. "But I suppose this stubble you're sporting makes you hotter."

"Yeah?" Harry's voice dropped lower and caged him in his arms. "Can I bring this hotness and my stubble between your legs? I want to eat you." Harry purred.

Draco smirked. "I wouldn't mind a good rim from the Chosen One, let me just," he grunted a bit as he turned on all fours, his hand automatically holding his lower belly. They soon realized that missionary was not good for his back, as it put heavy pressure on his lower back, much to Harry's disappointment, as he loved staring at Draco's face while he pounded in him, but was soon appeased when Draco started to ride him instead, or sometimes, he would put Draco on his lap with Draco's back against his chest and fuck into his hole, leaving Draco breathless and feeling like he would be pregnant all over again with how deep Harry fucked into him.

Draco cringed when he realized just how unattractively pregnant he was now, and he knew his body was not fit as it used to be—which Theo hadn't minded telling him with his not so subtle words of, 'Draco, you've gotten so fat!'

So, Draco shook his ass, hoping to entice his boyfriend, but he realized he didn't need to when Harry quickly took his spot behind Draco and buried his face inside Draco's legs. Draco groaned when he felt a familiar slither of tongue licking his insides, lathering him with Harry's saliva, with an unfamiliar feeling of prick from Harry's stubble.

"You're so beautiful, baby, protecting our little Jamie like this," Harry said after a while, pausing on his rimming. "While still looking so sexy."

Draco huffed a mocking laugh, pushing Harry's head into his gaping hole. "You don't have to fool me with your sweet nothing words, you know? I'm heavily pregnant, and I'm far from sexy. I know I'm fat."

"No, you're not," Draco huffed and almost regretted his self-pitying words when Harry stopped rimming him, but then Harry started placing kisses on his cheeks. Harry's comforting him. Draco knew his boyfriend was overly protective of him and would stop at nothing to erase Draco's insecurities.

"You look healthy with our baby. Stop listening to Nott, he knew nothing but shite, he was already consumed with evil, dark thoughts. Always just listen to me when I say you're beautiful and fit. Much more than now, I know you're taking care of Jamie. And even if you became fat, which you aren't, you would never cease to be beautiful and fit in my eyes. Nothing could ever change that."

"Even if I become wrinkled and old? You know I would, Harry, I would be like Dumbledore, and you would have to eat my wrinkly ass-"

Harry burst out in laughter. "Why are you like this, Draco? But I guess this is one of many reasons I fell in love with you," Harry's eyes softened, contrasting the dirty way his fingers were thrusting in and out of Draco by way of apologizing that he stopped his rimming. "Baby, by the time you became Dumbledore, I was one as well."

"So you would still find me beautiful? Wrinkly and old, probably shopping and spoiling our grandchildren."

"Yes, I would, and I would be happiest if you gave me the honor of sharing that with me. And hold that thought, love, or I'll be coming in my pants even before I get you off. You know how I'm a slut hearing you tell our future together that I'm very excited to share with you and only you."

Draco's eyes watered. Fuck hormones. "I love you, you fucking bastard, even if you don't know how to shave."

Harry smiled. "I love you too, you posh brat."

"Now get back to eating my hole!"

Draco huffed when he felt his sure reddening ass, still itching from Harry's stubble. He glared at Harry, who looked sheepishly at him. "You're shaving that off!"

"But you said-"

"Shave it off!"

-

Now back to Draco riding a clean-shaven Harry. Draco's face was pure pleasure as he threw his head back, his fingers clawing on Harry's chest while he bounced himself hard on Harry's leaking cock, his belly following suit.

"Baby, maybe I can-"

"Shut up!"

Draco continued to ride Harry as passionately as he could, chasing after his orgasm. And despite Harry's worried tone, Draco knew his boyfriend was close to orgasm as well, no doubt getting off seeing Draco fucking his cock hard and fast.

"Fuck, Harry! I'm coming! Give me your come, shoot it in me!"

Draco gasped, his legs tensing for a bit, stopping his bouncing, and then he was coming, and soon after, Harry's cock got slightly bigger, and he was coming inside Draco as well.

Draco carefully fell beside Harry, lying sideways, his breath coming in harshly as he caressed his stomach.

Seconds later, he felt Harry's cooling charm, and then his hands were wrapped around Draco's, his thumb making little circles on Draco's belly.

"Do you think Jamie would have a concussion with how fast you fucked me?"

"Don't be stupid, Harry."

"I'm just saying that, lately, you've been fucking me longer, rougher, and faster. Not that I'm complaining, baby, but you're pregnant."

Draco flushed. He also didn't know why, but he was at the point in his pregnancy where he couldn't live a second without Harry's cock inside him. He was always horny. Even if he was eating with the Death Eaters or having a meeting with the Dark Lord and his father right beside him, his mind would remind him of Harry's cock fucking his mouth. It's a wonder the Dark Lord hadn't still noticed the boner he always popped out in the middle of a meeting.

"I don't know, I'm always horny. It's the pregnancy, Harry, so quit your worrying, Jamie and I are okay."

"If you say so. Nott still bothering you?"

Draco sighed. "As always."

Despite Pansy's vouching for him, Theo still hadn't let go of his suspicions since the Chang incident. When he was not questioning Draco in everything he did, even when he would only pop out for a minute to pee, probably hoping he would snap, he was always beside Draco, staring at every move he made. He's even worse than the Dark Lord, who was insanely obsessed with Harry.

"Pansy's always there with us, though. I'm sure she knew how uncomfortable I was with Theo around. I guess she's scared as well to let me be alone with Theo."

And that, Draco will always be endlessly grateful for Pansy, who hadn't let go of her promise to take care of Draco and protect him even if she was kept in the dark. Draco knew, though, that Pansy was starting to get suspicious as well, and he also knew she would soon harass Draco to tell her the truth if her frustrations were anything to go by. Draco, of course, would choose her, leaving him away to go fend himself off to Theo, and the latter, of course, would get the first chance to attack him. So Draco needed Pansy, but he didn't know how long it would be until Pansy would let herself be used by her so-called friend like Draco.

"Are you sure you shouldn't be telling Parkinson anything? With your stories, I doubt she'd go running to the snake git and cause you harm."

Draco shook his head, determined to be alone in his predicament. "If she knows and Theo notices that she knows something, I'm sure Theo will focus on her and-"

"Are you scared she'd tell on you to save herself?"

"I'm actually more than scared that she'd sacrifice herself for me and I-" Draco choked. "I don't want to see Pansy die because of me. I can't, Harry."

Harry slowly turned Draco around to face him, wiping his tears away. "I wouldn't let that happen, I'd soon wake up before I let that happen."

"When are you, Harry? When are you going to save me and Jamie from him? Harry, I'm very scared he'd know," Draco sniffed, not stopping his tears. "What if Theo noticed Jamie and took him from me? They'd kill him, Harry, they'd murder Jamie before he got the chance to live," Draco gasped when he saw a clear image of the Dark Lord killing Jamie in his stomach as he stood uselessly crying for mercy. It would be easy for the Dark Lord to kill someone innocent and defenseless.

More tears rolled down his cheeks, and he vaguely felt Harry pulling him closer until Draco was sobbing while his face was buried in Harry's neck, his trembling arms loosely wrapped around Harry's. "I want to hug Jamie in my arms, I want to take care of him, I want to wake up at night to his cries, I want to lull him to sleep," Draco took a shuddering breath. "I want to see him ride the train to Hogwarts. Harry, I want it all." Draco always stopped himself from telling Harry his worries and fears, as he didn't want to worry and pressure his boyfriend because he knew Harry was trying so hard, but he couldn't stop today. Everything was too much. Theo, the Dark Lord, his Aunt Bella, his doubts, his anxiety, his insecurities, and Granger still hadn't figured everything out.

"Soon, Draco. Soon," Harry's voice sounded heavy and as if he's having a hard time controlling himself from crying as well. "I'll be here for you and Jamie. I'll be protecting you from anyone who'd harm you. Soon, I- fuck! I'm so sorry, Draco I can't be here, but you have to know that I'm trying, Draco, I really am."

Draco pulled back to cup Harry's cheeks and saw his tears. "I know, Harry. I'm sorry, I didn't want to pressure you, but I'm so scared."

"This will be over soon, Draco. I'm sure. I can feel it."

"You better be right, Harry."

Because Draco doesn't know how many more weeks the Indian Wizarding Government would keep on protecting Patil until they folded and tested her.

For weeks after Chang had gone, a new saviour arrived in the form of the Indian wizarding government, which wouldn't fold at the fact that there were dangerous death eaters asking for Patil and had insisted on following their policy when foreign wizards requested to test her.

Apparently, they couldn't care less about the growing war in Wizarding Britain, but they did care if a Dark Lord didn't fill out the papers they needed before they could demand a test be done on one of their constituents, and since the Dark Lord wanted her to drink the potion to make sure, more papers were needed.

It was amusing, nevertheless, to see the Dark Lord having a feud with the Wizarding India and even promised himself India would be the first one to get his ire when his empire went worldwide.

But the Dark Lord didn't want to fold either. So he happily passed the responsibility onto Draco and his friends to fill out and process the papers needed to test Patil.

Theo looked bored. "I can't believe we're doing this."

Greg nodded. "I don't even understand all of this."

Pansy rolled her eyes. "Because it's written in Indic scripts, unless you know how to read that, then you need to translate it first, obviously."

"How?"

Pansy smirked. "Figure it out yourself."

Draco was very thankful for Greg and Vince for slowing down their process and buying him the time.

But it's been almost a month, and the Indian Government has approved most of the paperwork by now.

-

Draco woke up feeling heavy bags under his eyes and the sting after crying with Harry too much last night. With a heavy sigh, he left his bed to start his day.

And what an eventful day it was.

His day started with Theo telling him that the Indian Government had folded, tested Patil, and it came back negative. With a gleeful smile on his face, he told Draco the Dark Lord was expecting him. Theo, no doubt, was expecting the Dark Lord to punish Draco after giving him failure after failure of results, after promising the Dark Lord he would hand Potter's bitch to him.

But Draco got the shock of his life when the Dark Lord didn't attack him as soon as he stepped foot where the Dark Lord was. He even informed him that the Light was as clueless as they were and was investigating through the Muggle World as if the Lord were pacifying Draco for his intentional failures. Then, he went on to ask Draco what he thought would be the next step in their group as a leader—would they continue hunting for Potter's bitch or would they go back to their old routine of helping Bellatrix with her attacks.

Draco didn't have any heart to tell him that he'd go back hunting, not with Theo hot in his tails. They needed to go back to the field, if only to distract Theo until Harry woke up. Soon, he said.

The Dark Lord merely nodded and gestured for him to leave him alone.

"Thank you, my Lord," Draco said, and scurried away from him.

He first thought that it should be a trap, but he got away from it without so much of a hex. The Dark Lord was clearly angry, and Draco had felt it, but why didn't he receive any punishment from him for failing him? His Aunt Bella was clearly thinking the same thing.

Draco was thankful, and he wouldn't want to go back just to ask the Dark Lord lest hexed him if he asked. But it was... odd, for the Dark Lord. Only he realized the reason when he was a few feet away and he was able to smile smugly.

He didn't punish Draco because he was suddenly merciful. No, he didn't, because he couldn't. The Dark Lord must have known he still hadn't fully recovered and was probably saving his remaining power to face Harry once he woke up. It was only fortunate for Draco that the Dark Lord hadn't thought of using his snake to punish him. Either that, or he was embarrassed to see his snake doing what he used to do with a flick of his wand.

The Dark Lord didn't know what would hit him when Harry woke up after his long slumber. Draco felt Harry's raw power when his boyfriend was snuggled deep inside him or when they were only cuddling, it was thrumming and vibrating, ready to be unleashed.

Soon.

With excitement and happiness snug in his belly, he skipped towards his friends and told him they were going back to attacking.

Theo, of course, was happy. "Oh, thank you, Draco! I could hug you right now."

Fuck. His eyes widened, and his body tensed.

Theo raised an eyebrow. "Right, Draco? Can I? Just to show you my appreciation."

He couldn't because Theo would feel his bump and everything would be over for him, but Draco stood frozen on his spot and even Pansy didn't think something was wrong with Theo asking for a hug.

Suddenly, his saviour came, and it came in the form of his aunt. "Nott! What are you still doing there?! Come here!"

"Yes, Bellatrix."

His other friends soon followed.

Draco sighed and looked at his glamoured stomach, not giving himself the chance to touch Jamie, not when anyone could see him, Harry said soon, he would be here to save him and Jamie.

Soon. He could wait for that. He trusts Harry.

Notes:

For all asking for a frequent updates, you can't have that from me. I'm actually busy with work and studying and all that.