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      Published: 2016-06-28 Completed: 2016-07-27 Chapters: 13/13 Words: 14925
****** It Started Off Slowly ******
by Konton_(IzzieW)
Summary
     Ron hurts Harry, badly, and he ends up in the arms of the 'enemy' as
     a result
     Pretty OOC Characters, but I try to make it realistic. Sorry, I'm
     terrible at summaries you should probably just read the first
     chapter.
Notes
     Please read the tags. Warning there is Non-Con in this chapter,
     fairly graphic too. Promise it gets better. I'll try to post
     regularly, my goal is to write this whole story in about a month so
     wish me luck. Please review/ leave kudo's they make me happy and
     significantly more likely to post a new chapter early :)
***** Chapter 1 *****
It started off slowly, little comments here and there. No one said anything, no
one even really noticed.
"Shut up Harry."
"No one cares Harry."
"Go away would you, we've got more important things to do."
They laughed it off, and it got worse. Progressed from unkind words to
unspeakable deeds.
oOo
Ron's face was red, probably from the butterbeer the twins had smuggled to the
celebration, but there was a glint in his eyes that spoke of something else. He
gestured to Harry. Maybe he wants to make up? Harry thought as he moved towards
him. Ron looked back to make sure Harry followed him up to their dorm. As soon
as the door had shut, Ron had Harry pushed up against it, holding him by the
throat.
"You think you're hot shit don't you? Huh, Harry? Just bloody incredible aren't
you."
"N-no. Ron what are you on about? I thought you wanted to apologize!"
"Apologize! Right, because Harry bloody Potter never does anything wrong, you
expect me to apologize. Well how about this for an apology- I'm sorry everyone
hates you. I'm sorry that you're useless, and worthless, and unloved."
"R-r-ron , why a-are you..." Harry tried to ask through his trembling. But this
seemed only to anger Ron further as he resorted to using his fists to make his
point. He hit Harry twice in the stomach before releasing his throat and
kicking him anywhere he could reach once he had fallen to the ground. This went
on for about a minute before Ron threatened Harry with a wand to his cheek,
saying "if you tell anyone about this, it'll get a hundred times worse. It's
your word against mine, and I have most of the school on my side, even if it's
only because they hate you." With that, Ron roughly shoved Harry across the
floor and returned to the party still raging downstairs, slamming the door
behind him. Harry crawled over to his bed and drew the curtains, where he could
rest in peace without worrying about someone seeing the state he was in,
bruises already beginning to form all over his body.
Downstairs Hermione cornered Ron to ask why Harry had not returned from their
chat.
"Well cause he's a right git isn't he? Didn't even give me a chance to talk,
just raved at me about what an awful person I was, and how I didn't deserve his
friendship."
"Oh Ron I'm sorry. I'm sure he's terribly stressed with the tournament, and
maybe he just needed a chance to get out all of his frustration?" Hermione
frowned.
"Yeah maybe. I'll try again in a little while, give him a chance to cool down a
bit, yeah?"
"That's a wonderful idea Ron." Hermione said, smiling this time.
oOo
As promised Ron cornered Harry again a few weeks later, after a potions class
where Harry had managed a near perfect antidote while Ron's ended up a Troll
quality brown sludge. This time instead of their dorm room, Harry found himself
unable to get off the floor of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom after being on the
receiving end of Ron's fists.
This continued as a near weekly occurrence until a few days after the second
task where Ron, despite supposedly having not spoken to harry for a few months
still was nearly drowned, in part due to Harry's reluctance to go within
punching distance of him. Once again in their dorm room, Ron had Harry sit on
the edge of his bed while he paced.
"I'm really glad you're okay Ron. I'm sorry that the tournament put you in
danger." Harry watched Ron continue to pace, trying to read his expression.
" Shut up Harry. And stop looking at me like that. Look at the floor."
Harry trained his eyes downward, but couldn't help the occasional glance at
Ron, the agitated pacing beginning to worry him.
"I said look at the floor you little shit." Ron muttered angrily. "Take off
your clothes. Slowly."
"What! No!"
"Do it or I'll knock you out and then do it for you."
Harry reached trembling hands towards his tie, knowing that once he was
unconscious there would be no way of stopping Ron. He dropped his tie on the
floor and gently unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it from his trousers and letting
it fall open. Ron groaned at the revealed flesh, palming himself through his
trousers. Harry let his shirt fall to the ground and unclasped his belt,
removing it swiftly and pushing down his trousers. Looking up at Ron he saw the
flush that spread down his neck and noticed how heavily he was breathing. "And
your pants, take those off too." Ron ordered as he pulled his own shirt over
his head. Harry hesitated, not wanting to be completely vulnerable, despite
having already had his wand confiscated by Ron the second he entered the room.
Ron growled, low in his throat and pushed Harry backwards onto his bed. Feeling
Ron's erection rubbing his thigh, Harry began to struggle. He wasn't stupid and
knew exactly how this would end if he let it go on. He didn't know why he let
it go so far already. But it was too late. A whispered Incarcerous from Ron and
he was bound to the bed ankles and wrists tied to the headboard and thighs held
open by thick rope. Ron watched him struggle hungrily, eyes dilated. Ron cast
cutting hexes at Harry's legs to remove his boxers, before freeing himself from
the confines of his trousers. Harry tried to yell, but quickly found himself
gagged by his own boxers. Ron pressed his fingers into the cuts on Harry's
thighs, collecting some of the blood that pooled there before pressing one of
his fingers into him. Harry whined and tensed, increasing his struggles. "Relax
Harry, we wouldn't want you getting hurt now would we?" Tears began to fall
from his eyes as Ron pressed a second finger into him, pumping them in and out
a few times before scissoring and twisting them. Ron leaned forwards and licked
at the tears streaming down his cheeks. "It's a shame I had to gag that pretty
little mouth of yours, I'm sure it would feel wonderful around my cock. This is
really all you're good for Harry. A little slut like you is good as a hole to
fuck now and then, when you don't have a real person around. Hermione wants to
wait until marriage, but I think I can convince her. Unless of course, you
cooperate, then I think I'll leave her in peace. But that's only if you do what
I tell you, and don't fight. What do you say Harry?" Unable to speak, Harry
nodded once, anger and pain burning in his gaze. With that Ron pulled his
fingers out and pressed something much thicker inside. Leaving no time for
Harry to adjust he began to move, slowly at first and the pistoning in and out
of Harry so hard the bed shook around them, moaning the whole time. A few
minutes later, though it felt like hours to Harry, Ron pushed in as deep as he
could go and shuddered as something warm and wet filled Harry. When Ron pulled
out he looked down at the slightly pink tinged semen leaking out of Harry's
twitching hole, dripping down his arse to the bed and smiled. He wiped himself
off on Harry's chest before moving to the bathroom to shower, only releasing
Harry from his binds just before he shut the door to their dorm. Harry didn't
move for a long time.
***** Chapter 2 *****
"Something's wrong with Potter." Draco whispered to Blaise at breakfast a few
weeks after the second task.
"We talked about this Draco, obsessing over him isn't going to make him more
likely to forgive us and grant us protection from the Dark Lord when he
returns. Besides, he's probably just stressed from the tournament."
"No it's different from that. He was like that already, this is new." Draco
stressed. "I'm going to find out what's wrong."
"And how exactly are you planning to do that?" Blaise questioned as Draco waved
off his concerns, rising from the table.
"Come on, Blaise, we'll be late for Potions if you don't hurry up."
oOo
Draco learns nothing that year, as he tried to keep up with classes, the
tournament, and plan to escape the Dark Lord's service. He found, at the end of
the final task, that all his friends planning was for naught, as Saint Potter
had defeated the Dark Lord. And the world rejoiced once again.
oOo
That summer was horrendous for Draco. He and his mother could hardly leave the
Manor because people would jeer and hassle them whenever they did. Businesses
were often closed to them due to their association with Lucius and his actions.
The story of Potter's heroic actions in a graveyard in Little Hangleton had
been printed in the newspapers for weeks. A new book came out even, written by
some plebeian hoping to make a quick galleon, detailing the events. How Potter
and The Hufflepuff were portkeyed in, and Potter was tied to a headstone, his
blood used to resurrect the Dark Lord. But what the Death Eaters hadn't
realized was that reciting 'blood of the enemy, forcibly taken...' would cause
Potter to give his blood willingly, weakening the ritual and therefore the Dark
Lord himself. And then, as they duelled, The Hufflepuff took out as many Death
Eaters as he could and distracted the Dark Lord long enough for Potter to
defeat him, using an Expelliarmus of all things. Lucius was among those caught
at the graveyard, in full regalia no less, as was Pettigrew. The latter
certainly lead to questions about Sirius Black, and Dumbledore's lack of
protestation when he was denied a trial. Of course, this technically isn't
illegal so nothing could be done, however the old coot certainly lost much of
his reputation. All the same Draco was relieved at the turn of events, and
giddy at the thought of a new school year where he wouldn't have to act the
perfect heir for his father. Pulled from his thoughts by Pansy's rough shake as
the Express pulled into Hogsmeade, Draco gathered his belongings before making
his way to the carriages. He had just lost sight of his friends when he spotted
Potter getting into a carriage alone. Deciding to take a chance, Draco went
over.
"Can I join you Potter? The rest are full" (they weren't but Potter didn't need
to know that)
"I suppose." Potter sighed. They were silent for a few moments before Draco
worked up the courage to ask:
"Are you alright?"
"Bloody brilliant" Harry laughed, a hollow sound, nothing like the full bellied
laugh Draco had been used to hearing.
"What's wrong? What's happened?" Draco asked worriedly. Harry just stared for a
moment before bursting out laughing. It was neither the sad, broken laugh from
before, or the carefree, joyous one Draco had hoped for. It was almost manic.
All high pitched and short, quick breaths that soon turned to hyperventilating
and tears and shaking. "Potter? Harry?!" Draco reached out to shake him, try to
calm him down but he flinched away in fear. Harry had fallen off his seat by
this point and was trembling on the bottom of the carriage, knees pulled up to
his chest and face buried. Draco slowly moved down to his level and whispered
soft, soothing words to him as he gently touched his knee. Harry tensed again,
but didn't flinch away this time. "I won't hurt you Harry, I promise. Will you
please tell me what's wrong?" Draco pleaded.
"I can't. I can't" Harry whispered, barely audible over the sound of his own
laboured breath.
"Why can't you tell me, Harry?"
"It'll be worse if I tell. No one would believe me."
"I'll believe you. Harry I swear to Merlin I will believe you if you tell my
why you're so distressed."
Harry nodded and began his tale. It took more than an hour to tell, and by that
time they had left the carriage at the front gates and walked to the front
entrance. Though most people would have expected Draco to balk at the idea of
walking through the mud he actually rather enjoyed the outdoors, where he could
avoid his father's judgment and subsequent wrath, so long as he stayed clean
enough for the house elves to put him to rights before he was seen. Harry
finished his story about five minutes from the front entrance, at which point
Draco began attempting to convince him to go to a teacher, any teacher, or any
other adult, so Ron would be punished for his actions. But Harry was adamant
that he wouldn't let it continue in the castle this year the way it had
throughout the summer and Draco didn't want to lose his trust so soon. They
parted ways before reaching the Great Hall, not yet ready for the world to know
of their ceasefire and possible friendship.
oOo
The first few days of term passed without incident. That is of course, until
Harry reached Defence on Wednesday morning and saw Remus at the front of the
classroom. He stared in shock for a few moments before being rudely shoved out
of the doorway he had been blocking and moving towards a seat in the middle of
the room. He wondered how he could have missed Remus at the Welcoming Feast but
decided he must have been so distracted from his talk with Draco that he didn't
really notice anything. In fact he couldn't even remember seeing Ron that
night, which was a feat in itself given how hyperaware he had become of Ron's
location. Remus began to teach, roaming around the room as students took notes,
and pressed a note onto Harry's desk asking him to stay behind after class.
"Becoming a teacher's pet already, eh Harry?" Ron whispered maliciously
"I bet he knows just what a whore you are and wants to use you himself. Don't
worry, I don't mind sharing." he finished with a wink.
Harry shivered slightly. Draco watched the interaction nervously, promising to
himself that he would wait for Harry so they could talk.
After class, Remus beckoned Harry forwards to where he was leaning against his
desk, pulling him immediately into a warm hug. Remus noticed how tense Harry
was, but brushed it off as surprise at the hug. They talked for a few minutes
about Harry's summer before the real reason for the conversation came up.
"Harry, I had something important I wanted to talk to you about." Remus began,
looking to Harry who nodded for him to continue, "Well you see... the thing
is...Sirius and I...well we're together."
"Yes I know, you're together quite often."
"No, I mean we're dating, lovers."
"Oh."
"Is that, I mean, are you okay with that?"
"Yeah, course."
"Good, good. Sirius wanted to tell you together this summer. But with the
inquiry and you staying at the Weasley's, well there just wasn't a good time.
And we didn't want to just surprise you with it at Christmas. That is of course
if you want to stay with us? Because we'd really love it if we all spent
Christmas together."
"I would love to spend Christmas with you both." Harry said, tears glittering
unshed in his eyes. They wanted him. They wanted to spend Christmas together.
They didn't think he was useless or worthless or horrible. He was over the
moon.
Draco was waiting for him outside and heard the exchange. Harry beamed at him,
and actually hopped a little bit with excitement, even if Christmas was more
than three months away. Draco himself was ecstatic that Harry was so happy. And
as they discussed how classes were going, Harry making no mention of Ron
causing problems, they sort of lost themselves in each other. They hadn't
realized they'd reached the great hall until the deafening sound of absolute
silence caught their attention.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Harry wasn't breathing. That was the first thing Draco noticed after the
surprise wore off. Following his gaze, he saw Ron, face as red as his hair and
nearly shaking with outrage. Harry took a half step back before Draco reached
out, guiding him toward the Slytherin table with a hand on the small of his
back. Harry trembled in his seat, eyes still locked with Ron's across the room.

"Hey look at me." Draco said, cupping Harry's chin and turning his face away
from Ron. "It'll be okay Harry, I won't let him hurt you."
"Why do you even care? You hate me."
"I never hated you. All I ever wanted was to be your friend, you rejected me,
remember? It's alright, I understand why, I was a bit of a prick huh?"
Harry snorted and gave a weak smile in response. Draco piled food onto Harry's
plate, giving him a look that said he'd better finish it. They did their best
to ignore the stares coming even from the head table. Where McGonagall looked
indulgent, Dumbledore looked frustrated, and Snape appeared both disgusted and
relieved, an odd combination to say the least. Eventually the rest of the hall
turned back to their own meals, sending surreptitious glances towards them now
and again but mostly leaving well enough alone. Pansy, Daphne, Blaise and Theo
were, to Harry's surprise, very welcoming, doing their best to draw him out of
his shell and into conversations. After dinner Draco brought Harry back to the
Slytherin common room, where the girls stole his glasses and gushed over how
pretty his eyes were. Draco helped with his Potions essay and Blaise helped him
with Charms in exchange for help on the Defence homework. Before they knew it,
it was ten minutes until curfew and Harry had to run back to his own common
room, lest he be caught out by Filtch. Harry didn't think to worry about Ron's
reaction until he had made it safely through the portrait.
 oOo
Ron couldn't get Harry in private that night, since the common room was full
and Neville had gone to bed early. The next morning though, both Ron and Harry
had a free period, which Harry had planned to spend out on the Quidditch pitch.
Ron though had other ideas. Getting him alone in the broom shed after
breakfast, Ron expressed his displeasure at Harry and Draco's budding
friendship, leaving Harry broken and bleeding, locked in the shed. Their next
class being double History of Magic with Hufflepuff, he knew no one would find
him for a while.
When lunch had come and gone with no sign of Harry, Draco began to panic. He
desperately didn't want to ruin what little relationship he had with Harry, but
he had no way of finding him. Soon his panic overwhelmed him. Between classes,
Snape cornered his godson to get to the bottom of his odd behaviour. After a
momentary debate, Draco broke down and told him everything. Snape's eyes had
widened and he froze momentarily in shock as he processed the news. That the
Golden Boy had not only had an unhappy home life, but had a worse time at
school than he himself had had. He perhaps had judged to swiftly, this boy, but
the damage was done, now he could only try to find the boy before it was too
late. After sending a patronus to the headmaster, informing him of the
situation, a quick point me spell sent the two Slytherins hurrying towards the
Quidditch pitch. When they found Harry, he was lying naked and freezing in a
puddle of his own blood with blood and semen dried on his skin and hair, and
bruises forming all over his body. Snape healed what he could before covering
the prone boy in his robe and carrying him to the hospital wing.
 oOo
As Harry swam in and out of consciousness, he wondered if there were even any
point waking up. It might be better for me to just stay out of the way. Like
Ron said, Remus and Sirius would be better off without me. Draco only talked to
me out of pity. The only person who cares anything about me is Ron, and he only
cares 'cause I annoy him. They don't need me anymore. "Come on Harry please
wake up. Please, please, PLEASE wake up Harry. God I don't know what I would do
without you. Ron's in Azkaban, he can't hurt you ever again. Remus stopped
teaching. He only just left to take a shower and eat on pain of being banned by
Pomphrey. The twins have been by everyday to see you. Come back Harry.
Draco gasped and leaned over the bed as he heard Harry groan, watching as his
eyes fluttered open. Harry didn't remember making a conscious decision to wake
up, but upon seeing the absolute joy in Draco's face he knew he didn't regret
it.
"He's awake! Sirius Harry's awake!" Draco shouted, causing Sirius to run to
Harry's bedside from the office. Madame Pomphrey was not far behind,
immediately conducting scans and passing potions to Harry for him to drink.
"Here you go dear, this ought to help with the pain." She watched to ensure
Harry swallowed the vile thing before continuing. "Now, I have some bad news
Harry. I'm sorry, due to the injuries you sustained, unfortunately you
miscarried. You will make a full recovery, and you weren't far enough along for
an operation to be necessary, so there shouldn't be any long term damage."
"W-what?!"
"Oh I'm so sorry Harry." Draco said, reaching out for his hand.
"Did you say miscarried? How could that have happened? I'm male for god's
sake!" Harry's breathing was coming in short gasps and his grip on Draco's hand
was bruising.
"Calm down dear, it's alright. Deep breaths now. That's it. I'm sorry to have
sprung that on you, dear, I thought you would have known. I told the Headmaster
that there should be a class for muggle born and muggle raised students. How
can they possibly be expected to know these things right off the bat." Pomphrey
puttered about fixing sheets and tucking Harry back into the cot before moving
off to her office.
"Wizards can have babies?" Harry said bewildered
"Yes, it takes a powerful wizard to sustain a pregnancy without the help of
potions, but all wizards can, theoretically, conceive a child. Without potions
to help prepare the body though, they almost never carry to term, usually the
body can't sustain the foetus after the first trimester." Sirius explained.
"Oh. Is there anything else I don't know?"
"Probably" snorted Draco "but we'll help you as we go along." He added smiling.
Harry smiled back. A few minutes later Remus returned, panting and out of
breath, with the twins, Neville and Hermione hot on his tail. Soon after their
arrival, the Slytherins came to visit as well. Looking around at the relieved
faces surrounding him, Harry felt a little piece of his heart sealed together
once more, knowing that despite what Ron and the Dursleys might have said, he
really did have people who cared about him.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     This chapter's mostly dialogue, but there's a nice fluffy ending. Let
     the Drarry begin!
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The day Harry was released from the infirmary, Hermione pulled him into a tight
hug.
"I'm so sorry Harry. I didn't realize. I should have known."
"No Hermione, it's okay, there's no way you could have known."
"No I should have noticed. We started dating mid way through last year and some
of the things he said and did...I should have realized."
"It's alright 'Mione. Let's go to dinner." As they entered the Great Hall,
Draco waved them over, Harry moving towards the Slytherin table automatically.
Hermione hesitated before joining them and receiving a similarly kind greeting.
As they ate, Draco noticed that Harry shied away from touch, and even outright
flinched a few times.
"Harry? Have you thought about seeing a mind-healer? It's just that you've been
through a lot, and it wouldn't hurt to talk to someone about it who can really
help." Draco suggested.
"That's a really good idea, Harry you should. I went to a therapist once, she
was really nice and she helped, even though it was only one hour." Hermione
added.
"Yeah, Sirius has arranged for someone to come to the school twice a week."
Harry sighed.
oOo
"Hello Harry. I'm Healer Whitworth, but feel free to call me Sarah. I'm a
muggle raised half-blood, much like yourself. I have a degree in psychology
from a muggle university and I am a qualified wizarding healer. Headmaster
Dumbledore told me briefly why I'm here. We can talk about anything you like to
start off with." The healer wore comfortable looking jeans and a t-shirt under
her healer's robes. They started meeting a week after Harry was released from
the hospital wing. After they had been meeting for a month Sarah breached the
subject of the last time Harry had seen Ron. "Care to tell me what happened
Harry?"
"I'd rather not" he sighed. Sarah only continued to watch him. "He was angry
that I had become almost friends with Draco Malfoy. They hated each other. I've
never really understood why they were at each other's throats all the time.
When he finally managed to get me alone he said he was going to punish me. For
going against him. He said that Malfoy pitied me, being worthless as I was, and
the only reason he wanted to spend time with me was because he knew I was a
whore. Nothing but a quick fuck. He was so angry. He looked mad. The physical
injuries I can deal with. I have dealt with them. But I'm so angry because I
believed him. For so long everything he told me, I believed. And I know,
consciously that I'm not worthless, that I'm not a whore for what happened. But
it hasn't stopped me from feeling dirty. Used goods. I can't think why anyone
would want me now."
"That must be terribly frustrating Harry. But you have made progress. When we
first started meeting, you couldn't admit that you believed what he said, even
though you had internalized it. Ron knew the abuse you'd suffered from the
Dursleys, and he modelled his abuse after theirs, knowing that would be most
effective. The groundwork had already been laid. You mentioned Draco. You've
never brought him up before. Tell me about him."
"He's brilliant. He's amazing at Potions, though with Snape as a godfather
that's hardly surprising, but he's top of the class in almost all his subjects.
The only person that ever beats his scores is Hermione and she's got a
photographic memory."
"Alright, but what is Draco like? Is he a good friend?"
"Yeah." Harry spoke softly "He's the one who first noticed what was happening
with Ron. And he's done everything he can to support me. I've always been a
little obsessed with him. At first I thought it was because I hated him, but
now...now I don't know. I'd never imagined how incredible it would feel to have
that angelic smile of his directed at me. For me. It's like a drug."
"Harry, have you ever thought that maybe your feelings for Draco might not be
entirely platonic?"
Harry blushed, and nodded, "I'm too scared to do anything about it though. Just
the thought of sex terrifies me, what would I do when there was an actual
possibility of it?"
oOo
"It's Hogsmeade this weekend." Draco said, smiling, in the Slytherin common
room. He was in his favourite, squishy chair by the fire. It was Friday
evening, he had finished his homework that afternoon. His friends were with
him, and Quidditch would be starting soon. Could life get any better than this?
The only thing missing was, "Harry?" he blushed. "Would you want to go with
me?"
"Go with you where?"
"To Hogmeade."
"Oh. Sure, yeah." Now both boys were blushing.
"Aww, aren't you two just the cutest." Daphne teased.
"Oh, shut up." Draco laughed.
oOo
"Harry, you've got a bit of chocolate on your cheek." Draco said, laughing as
Harry reached up to wipe his cheek with chocolate coated fingers. "Here, let
me." Draco moved closer. Leaning in, he turned Harry's head slightly and
pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. Pulling back he licked his lips and checked
Harry's reaction before leaning towards him once again and pressing short, open
mouth kisses to his cheek. Once the chocolate was gone, he moved down Harry's
jaw, suckling just behind his ear. He felt one of Harry's hands around his
waist, pulling him closer as he moved down his neck, sucking and biting. Harry
let out a little whimper as he pulled away. Looking down Draco saw Harry's
pupils blown wide, only a thin strip of green still showing. Pulling their
bodies flush together, Draco pressed a kiss to his lips. Harry tensed, then
relaxed, his tongue darting out to trace the seam of Draco's lips, which opened
to him immediately. At first Draco just let him explore, moaning when he found
a sensitive spot. Then he began to fight for dominance as he tried to map out
every part of Harry's lips, tasting lingering chocolate and butterbeer, and
something that was uniquely Harry. Breaking apart, Draco decided that that was
enough for their first date. Anymore and he didn't think he'd be able to
control himself.
Chapter End Notes
     Thanks to all the Kudo's leavers and commenters. New comments make me
     happy-happy writers don't kill off important characters... not that
     I'm threatening you or anything. ;)
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
     Hey, sorry I didn't post yesterday I was working. Speaking of, I'm
     going to Barcelona for a week, and I don't know how much time I will
     have so I probably won't post at all. This is really only half a
     chapter, work has sped up a little bit, but should slow down when I
     get back since it's such a big project. Enjoy!
After the episode with Draco in Hogsmeade, Harry had been thinking a lot about,
well, sex. He had found that, whenever he imagined having sex with Draco, he
wasn't revolted as he had been for the past few months when thinking about sex
at all. But Harry was unsure how to continue. It wasn't hard to see that Draco
wanted more, but having no real experience with relationships, he didn't know
how to bring it up.
Draco for his part had noticed Harry's hesitation, and had been trying to work
out just what the problem was. They had been dating, happily, for nearly a
month now, but after that first kiss Harry always seemed to hesitate when Draco
initiated any kind of affection past hand-holding. Blaise had given him some
sound advice though, that fretting over it would do nothing and it would be
much better to just ask Harry upfront. So, he had Harry meet him in the room of
requirement on Saturday after lunch. Harry, who had been planning on doing the
same thing, readily agreed and ate quickly in the kitchens so that he could go
early to prepare. After pacing within the cosy room he decided that the best
course of action, Gryffindor that he was, would be to just go for it. Thus, the
moment Draco closed the door behind him, Harry pounced.
Pushing Draco hard against the wall where the door had been, he attached his
lips to Draco's. Their tongues swiftly joined the mix, swirling through each
other's mouths. Harry cupped Draco's chin, turning it away, and began biting
and licking his neck, claiming Draco for all to see. Finding a sensitive spot
just above his collarbone Harry continued sucking and pressing open mouth
kisses to it, causing Draco to squirm and moan, his knees buckling. Harry took
this as his queue to stop and took a step back. "So, what did you want to talk
about?" he said with a smirk as Draco whined at the absence of those heavenly,
torturous lips. "Bastard." Draco whined.
"Well? You asked me here."
"It doesn't really matter now, I was just going to ask if you were okay with
our relationship. You know cause you've been hesitant when I try to be
affectionate cause I want to show you that I care about you, and I wanted you
to know that if you weren't ready that was fine and we wouldn't do anything you
didn't want to but after that display I'm not sure I need to tell you that.
It's still true though, you know, I would wait a thousand years for you to-
mmph" Harry cut off Draco's babbling with a bruising kiss.
"You're wonderful, Draco" Harry replied after moving away.
oOo
After their conversation, Harry and Draco's relationship ran much more
smoothly. Since they were no longer expending vast amounts of energy worrying
about that, they noticed the changing relationship between their two best
friends a few days later. Blaise and Hermione, who previously only interacted
with each other because of Draco and Harry, were now actively seeking each
other out without their friends. When the four were sitting in the Slytherin
common room Draco brought up the change.
"So when did you two start dating?" He asked innocently, causing Hermione to
blush violently, and Blaise to sputter "last week" in response to which both
Harry and Draco burst out laughing.
"Good for you two." Harry said after recovering.
"Hey, maybe we could double date!"Hermione exclaimed, causing the three boys to
look at each other in abject horror at the thought of double dates at Madame
Pudifoot's. "Oh relax would you, it'll be fun, and we'll stay far away from the
tea house." They collectively breathed a sigh of relief.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
     I'm baaaaack! I've edited chapter's four and five a little bit, not
     enough to really change the story, just a little of Harry and Draco's
     relationship. I may have another project in Sweden in a few weeks but
     we're still waiting on confirmation so I'll let you know. Thanks to
     everyone who's left Kudos or Comments!
The Christmas trees had been put up, and the decorations hung. Harry could
hardly believe they only had three weeks until Christmas. This thought reminded
him of where he would be. For the first time he wouldn't be at school. He was
going to be with Sirius and Remus! He was so excited he nearly started bouncing
every time he thought about it. With Christmas so soon, everyone was becoming
nearly frantic over finding the perfect presents for friends and family. Harry,
Hermione, and eventually Neville too- surprisingly enough- had made a habit of
spending a few nights a week in the Slytherin common room or the library
together. With OWL's that year there was more work than ever before, and this
close to mid-year exams (which were essentially practice OWLs) Harry felt like
he practically lived for studying. Without Ron distracting him he was doing
much better in class. He had even worked up the courage to ask Draco on another
date to Hogsmeade one night after everyone else had returned to their
respective dorms. A few days later, Ginny and Percy had approached him to
apologize. For Ron, for not coming to talk to him sooner because they were
afraid of triggering a panic attack- which he still suffered from occasionally-
though they were becoming less and less frequent. They also gave him letters
from their parents, Charlie and Bill which said essentially the same thing, and
told him they still thought of him as part of the family, though they
understood if he didn't want to go to the Burrow again, after all he had
experienced there. All in all, by the time the weekend before break rolled
around, Harry felt light-hearted and well-loved.
oOo
Draco's nerves set in the day before, causing him to skip dinner. He woke up
that morning panicked about what he was going to wear. He wanted to make sure
that the date went well, because they would be separated for a few weeks during
the break. He couldn't bear it if Harry realized that he didn't really want
Draco when they didn't see each other every day. He would realize that he had
just latched on to him because he was available. He would realize that Draco,
son of a death eater, was in no way good enough for him. It took him almost two
hours to get ready. Deciding on a cashmere jumper that hugged him like a second
skin and trousers that accentuated his long legs. When he finally went down,
breakfast was nearly over and he had just enough time to grab an apple before
the food vanished back to the kitchens.
He noticed Harry leaning by the doors, watching him. Harry's eyes roved over
his body making him flush as he absentmindedly shoved the apple into his pocket
and made his way over.
"You look delectable" Harry murmured, pushing off the wall, causing Draco's
blush to deepen. "Shall we go?" Harry held out his arm, "What a gentleman you
are" Draco teased in response, taking the proffered arm nonetheless.
Their feet crunched in the snow as they made their way down. The frigid air had
couples huddling together for warmth or ducking into shops to thaw. Harry had
bought gifts for everyone except Draco. What do you get a boy who can buy
himself anything he could possibly want? He hoped that this trip would give him
some ideas. Draco was one step ahead of Harry, knowing exactly what he would
get Harry, even if he hadn't yet actually bought it. Having seen the way Harry
devoured every morsel of chocolate he got, he would be gifting Harry a year's
supply of Gwenlow Spontin's Belgian Chocolate, the finest in the wizarding
world. They made their way around the village, in much the same way they had on
their first date. When they stopped at the Three Broomsticks for hot chocolate,
Harry ended up licking the whipped cream off Draco's lips for a solid twenty
minutes before Neville and Ginny interrupted them. Their hot chocolate and
whipped cream was more like lukewarm sludge so they left the pair at their
booth and headed back out into the snow. As they wandered through the town,
Draco began to feel steadily more dizzy and light headed. He clutched Harry's
arm harder as he lost his footing on a patch of ice.
"Draco? Are you alright?" Draco didn't understand what was wrong. He put his
foot down wrong and landed on his hip, feeling something hard and wet against
his hip. The apple. No wonder he felt like shit, he hadn't eaten since lunch
the day before, having been too nervous during dinner. He hadn't even had half
his hot chocolate. They were closer to the school at this point so Harry half
carried Draco up to the kitchens where he sat him down on a stool and had the
house elves bring them some food. "Draco, why haven't you been eating
properly?" Draco could see the concern in his eyes and was too embarrassed to
answer at first. "I was nervous about our date..."
"What, why?"
"Because it's the last time we'll be together until after Christmas break and I
thought... maybe you would realize that you shouldn't be with the son of a
Death Eater. I know you get letters from people telling you to break up with
me. You aren't very good at hiding them. I get them too sometimes."
"Why didn't you tell me? Oh Draco I'm so sorry you had to deal with that. I
should have realized they wouldn't leave you alone if they were bothering me.
And what do you mean we won't see each other? Are you going somewhere?"
"Well, no but-"
"But nothing. You are officially welcome to spend as much time at Grimmauld
Place as you want to. Sirius has been renovating it, so it should be alright."
Draco sniffed and nodded, burying his face into Harry's shoulder when he was
pulled in for a hug.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Harry was practically vibrating with excitement as he stepped of the train on
Platform 9 3/4. Levitating his trunk behind him, he pushed his way through the
crowd towards where he saw Sirius waiting for him. Sirius pulled him in for a
hug as soon as he was within reach, greeting him with a "Hey there pup."
"Is it okay if some of my friends visit us during Christmas?"
"Which friends?" Sirius narrowed his eyes.
"Does it really matter?" Harry asked nervously.
"You know I don't like that Malfoy boy Harry. He's no good. He's only latched
onto you now because he wants to make himself look better with his father in
Azkaban. He took advantage of you. You know if you hadn't been in such a bad
place you would never have become friends with him. He tormented you for
years." Harry looked away, blinking back tears. He had hoped Sirius and Remus
would be supportive of his and Draco's relationship. He hadn't really told
Sirius that Draco was the one who finally saved him from Ron, but he assumed
Remus had.
Draco noticed the change in Harry's demeanour from where he was standing with
his mother. Confused and worried, he started to make his way over to the pair.
He made eye contact with Black, who glared, putting his arm around Harry's
shoulders and guiding him towards the entrance to the muggle world. Feeling
dejected and still confused, Draco went through the Floo with his mother,
resigned to asking Harry in a letter about what happened.
oOo
"Cheer up, Prongslet. Remus will be back soon, he just has to finish up marking
some NEWT practice exams and he'll meet us."
"Okay" Harry sighed.
"Hey listen, I have an early Christmas gift for you. Do you want it?"
Still unused to getting presents, Harry perked up at this somewhat, and nodded
emphatically. Sirius smiled, giving Harry little warning before apparating them
to an alley. Once Harry had recovered, they found themselves on Fifth Avenue in
New York. Sirius was also a little worn out, long distance apparating is no
joke, so their first stop was an upscale café where they could rest and
recharge for a moment. After consuming more coffee than perhaps was strictly
necessary, Sirius bought Harry an entirely new wardrobe, filled with designer
jeans and expensive shirts and soft sweaters. Harry, for his part, was having a
great time. He'd never had this much attention showered on him at once before,
welcome attention at least. Sirius listened to him, and his opinion, in a way
that no other adult, bar Remus, had. Even if it was just about clothes.
After talking into a mirror quietly for a few minutes, Sirius announced that he
was going to go pick up Remus and told Harry to stay in the shop. It was some
fancy shoe store. After buying Harry his first few outfits, Sirius had him
change and disappeared the clothes he had been wearing. He had no idea what
happened to them, but found he didn't much care. Now, instead of baggy jeans
and a slightly holed hoodie that had the shop assistants glaring at him in
disgust, he wore tight jeans that accentuated strong thighs, and a cashmere
sweater much like the one Draco had worn on their last date, which showed off
his Quidditch toned chest and arms. He wandered aimlessly around the shop
looking at the shoes. In truth he was kind of confused since he thought all the
shoes looked pretty much the same, some were brown and others were black, and a
few looked more like boots but otherwise...
"Can I help you find anything today?" a man asked from behind, startling him.
"Oh, uhh. Maybe? My godfather brought me here but..."
"You can't tell the difference between one pair and the next?" the shop
assistant laughed.
"Yeah" Harry blushed. The man looked to be around Bill's age, his mid twenties
maybe, with dirty blonde hair and chocolate eyes. He was taller than Harry by a
few inches but he wasn't huge or intimidating. His vest accentuated a slim
waist and broad shoulders. At this point Harry realized he had been staring,
and had paid no attention to what the man had been saying. "Sorry, what were
you saying? I got distracted."
"Mmm. I can see that." The man almost purred, his eyes roving up and down Harry
in a way that had him flushed and slightly uncomfortable. The man took a step
closer, causing Harry to back into the display case behind him. Thankfully, it
was at this point that Sirius returned with Remus in tow.
"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Sirius grabbed the man by the
collar of his shirt and dragged him back away from Harry. Sirius was
intimidating, if you didn't know what a puppy he was underneath. At more than
six foot, with dark eyes that still held a spark of danger, and rippling
muscles regained now that he had been free for over a year (if not officially),
he exuded threat. Remus, mild mannered though he was, could project an air of
menace around him when his pack was threatened. The two made such a commotion
that the manager of the store came to try to calm them down.
"I will not relax. This man tried to molest my godson. He's only 15! What kind
of perverts do you hire?"
"You're only 15?!" the man squeeked, looking at Harry, "I'm so sorry, I thought
you were older." Harry shook his head. Sirius was still yelling at the manager,
and Remus still looked nearly murderous when Harry tugged his sleeve. "Can we
go please? It's fine, I'm fine. I just want to go home." Remus' face softened
and he nodded, pulling a still irate Sirius out of the store. Remus side-
alonged Harry to the kitchen of Grimmauld Place. It was nothing like Harry
expected, bright and cheery, with pretty red, yellow and orange tiles making up
a mosaic that looked a bit like fire along the walls, and modern muggle
appliances. Sirius arrived and immediately began apologizing, saying he should
never have left Harry alone, and what if he came back later, and he'll never
let anyone hurt Harry again. Harry kept assuring him that he was fine, nothing
happened, Sirius didn't need to apologize. It wasn't until Remus distracted
them with wanting to see the rest of Harry's new clothes that he finally
ceased.
While Harry and Remus were taking a tour of the house and putting away Harry's
new clothes, an owl pecked at the kitchen window. Sirius gave it a treat and
took the letter. It was addressed to Harry, but Sirius didn't recognize the
handwriting. He knew Harry had been getting letters from strangers sometimes,
though not why, so he opened it to make sure it was safe.
Dear Harry,
What happened with your godfather on the platform? You seemed upset but you
left before I could talk to you. I don't like not knowing what's going on. Owl
me back as soon as you get this.
Draco
Sirius didn't like how possessive that letter sounded. It would be better for
Harry to get away from the Malfoy boy before he got too attached. He used the
letter to start the fire in the living room as Harry and Remus began to make
their ways down to the kitchen once more.
Sirius had put up a few decorations, and brought in a tree, but he'd been
waiting for Harry to decorate it. So after dinner that night, they went into
the warm sitting room and decorated their first tree as a family. Harry basked
in the feeling of being loved, in the little affectionate gestures the two had,
ruffling his hair, patting his shoulder, everything. Remus even took pictures
when he thought no one was looking. Harry went to bed that night content,
thoughts of Draco momentarily forgotten.
oOo
Christmas at the Manor that year was strange for Draco. The house meant for
twenty felt empty with only two people staying in it. And it was a house, not a
home. His mother did her best to make it feel more welcoming, but it simply
wasn't built that way, far too large and decadent to feel like a family home.
They had closed off the entire east wing, where father had spent the most time.
He had received no response to his letter from Harry. He would give it another
day before sending Archimedes out again. Meanwhile he had expressed his
feelings about the state of their home to his mother, and she agreed. So she
began to set plans in motion for a renovation of sorts, to make the house feel
more like a home. She also surprised him by saying she had gotten a job
teaching a new Wizarding Studies class at Hogwarts next year. Pomphrey had
apparently gotten the other teachers and a number of parents on her side before
going to Dumbledore to force his hand and introduce the class for muggle born
and raised students. They decorated the Christmas tree in the family parlour,
as they did every year, forgoing the large, ornate tree that would usually be
put in the ballroom at father's insistence. Draco slept fitfully that night,
full of confusion and wondering at the future.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Draco sent another letter to Harry the next morning. It arrived just as Harry
and Sirius were sitting down to breakfast that Remus had cooked for them. "I
don't know how you use those muggle contraptions Moony."
"Ahh but you like that I cook for you Padfoot." Remus teased. During this time,
Harry noticed an owl flying back and forth outside the window. Harry opened the
window, but the owl didn't move any closer. On a second look, Harry recognized
it as Draco's owl Archimedes.
"Remus, why can't Archimedes get inside?"
"I don't know. Sirius?" Remus looked at him questioningly. Sirius swallowed and
shifted his gaze, shrugging. "Sirius did you block that owl?"
"Maybe..."
"And who does Archimedes belong to?"
"Draco." Harry replied, looking between the two men confused.
"Why on earth would you block Draco's owl Sirius? I told you how close they had
gotten."
"When did you tell me that? All I've heard is how Draco tormented Harry and his
friends for years."
"You know. After Harry woke up and we came back here for the weekend."
"Was this after we...you know..."
"Yes."
"Right. I may have been slightly distracted."
"And maybe you didn't pay any attention and didn't say anything when I asked
you about it before the holidays started because you were embarrassed?" Sirius
nodded in reply and looked away. Sirius dropped the wards and Harry replied to
Draco's owl, explaining what had happened, while Remus filled Sirius in (again)
on the changes in Harry and Draco's relationships. Harry didn't really want to
think about why Sirius was 'distracted' by Remus, but supposed he would be
distracted by Draco in a similar way. "-so they're friends now?" Sirius asked.
"Actually" Harry cut in, "we're a little more than friends now. We started
dating nearly two months ago. That's why I was so upset at King's Cross when
you said he was bad for me."
"Oh god Harry I'm so sorry. I'm such an idiot. My parents did the same thing to
me before I left." Sirius looked incredibly guilty, pulling Harry onto his lap
and holding him there as he continued to apologize. At fifteen, Harry found
sitting in another person's lap a bit odd, but sensed that Sirius needed to
show him a greater amount of affection than usual. He was released after a few
minutes and they all continued breakfast with much less drama.
oOo
Draco and Narcissa went to visit Grimmauld Place on Christmas Eve. While the
adults were distracted by the awkwardness of the situation, Harry and Draco
slipped up to his bedroom for a much needed explanation session, letters can
only do so much you see. At first they just held each other. "Are you alright
Dray? I know the manor is kind of..."
"I'm better now that we're together." Draco smiled "That was a bit sappy wasn't
it?"
"Maybe a little." Harry laughed. "Now come here, it's been far too long." He
said, pulling Draco into a soft kiss, that was gentle though anything but
chaste. As their mouths moved together, Draco moved forward to straddle Harry's
lap. Harry groaned at the pressure. He canted his hips forwards into Draco,
hands gripping his hips as they ground down against his own. Draco let out a
whine as Harry attached his lips to the sensitive spot just below his
collarbone, sucking and biting, leaving a mark that would last for days. Draco
loved when he did this. Loved knowing there was something marking him as
Harry's, for all to see.
A cough by the door had them jumping apart, Draco landing unceremoniously in a
heap on the floor. Sirius laughed outright at their embarrassment before
bringing them downstairs for a somewhat awkward dinner, where both Harry and
Draco felt the need to impress the other's respective guardians. When they
moved into the sitting room for drinks (non alcoholic in nature for the boys)
they found that there weren't enough seats for all of them. Draco solved this
by promptly planting himself sideways in Harry's lap. He clearly had none of
the issues Harry had with sitting in someone else's lap. They found that
Narcissa had continued the Black tradition of opening a single present on
Christmas eve. Since they wouldn't be spending Christmas day together (Sirius
had said family only on Christmas day) Harry and Draco exchanged their gifts
that night.
Harry squealed (in a very manly way of course) in delight at the promise of so
much chocolate. Harry had gotten Draco a necklace from a display that he had
seen the other boy admiring in the window of the Hogsmeade jewellers. He had
worried that it was too girly a gift to get him, but he's tried to make sure
the chain was large enough to not be feminine without being gaudy. Draco had
tears in his eyes as he accepted the gift. He had, incorrectly, assumed that
Harry understood what it meant. A necklace with this particular knot design
was, essentially, a marriage proposal. There had been several different
necklaces in the display, with various meanings from marriage such as this one,
to beginning a new friendship.
"What's that Draco? Let me see dear." Narcissa said gently, worried at Draco's
reaction. The moment she got a look at it, though Draco refused to let it out
of his hands completely, she gasped in shock, and looked at Harry with mixed
emotions displayed on her face. Sirius and Remus had similar reactions. "Oh
cub, I had no idea that things had progressed so fast. Why didn't you tell us?
We're happy for you of course, even if you are a little young." Remus said once
he'd recovered from the surprise.
"Which one of you's pregnant?" Sirius asked suspiciously
"What? Neither. We haven't even...done that yet. Why is everyone acting so
odd?" Harry asked looking around at the dazed faces.
"You have no idea what this means do you? Of course you don't. Why would you
ever want to marry me? I should have known." The tears that threatened to spill
earlier were now streaming down Draco's cheeks as he handed the necklace back
to Harry and went to hide in the bathroom.
"Did he say marry? This necklace proposes marriage?" Harry asked bewildered at
the nods from the adults. He ran after Draco, necklace in hand, knocking on the
bathroom door repeatedly until a "Go away mother" sounded from inside.
"It's not your mother Dray. Let me in. Please." The door swung open when Harry
pushed against it. He saw Draco leaning against the sink as he turned off the
tap. Harry pulled him into a tight embrace, just holding him for a few moments
until Draco fully relaxed. Turning Draco around, he clasped the necklace around
his throat so it settled about two inches below his collarbone, low enough to
hide if he wanted to but short enough that it would show unless he actively
tried to hide it. Draco's breath caught in his throat.
"Are you sure Harry?"
"Of course."
Chapter End Notes
     Hey, so firstly I forgot to say that I have no beta so if you spot
     any mistakes please let me know. Secondly I have a question. You know
     my page breaks, the " oOo " things, how do I get them in the middle
     of the page, I can't figure it out. I'm sure it's really simple and
     I'm just being stupid but I need help, also italics- they never seem
     to show up, I'm very confused. As always, thanks for the comments and
     kudos, they always make me smile :D
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry this is kind of short, but I reached a good cut off point. The
     next one should be longer. Thanks as always for comments and kudos!
"You'll have to go through a proper courting while you're at Hogwarts of
course. I'm sure Sirius will explain everything to him...On second thought,
perhaps we should go over tomorrow, before you two go back to school." Draco's
mother talked at least half to herself. It was highly unlikely Sirius would
explain all the mechanics of proper courting behaviour to Harry, he likely
didn't really know them himself. Not that they're widely used anymore, what
with the way muggle born and raised students tended to react to some of them,
or rather one specific aspect. For couples of the same gender especially, one
person in the pair was required to take a 'dominant' role, at least on paper.
In practice it didn't much matter who chose what role, except that in certain
circles and a few of the older legal proceedings, the 'dominant' partner was
expected to look after the interests of the household while the 'submissive'
partner looked after the family at home. It was originally meant to protect
partners of the same sex, as without the laws in place they would likely have
been forced into bonding with people of the opposite sex or been ostracized.
When they began to explain the proceedings to Harry, he caught on very quickly
with almost everything. In truth, it was really just a more formal form of
dating, and wouldn't really affect how they would have interacted anyways. The
one thing that he got stuck on, however, was the meaning behind the necklaces.
"So I don't need one, but Draco has to wear the one I got him for Christmas
until after we have sex?" Harry asked, getting higher pitched towards the end
of his sentence.
"Yes." Narcissa answered
"But why?"
"Because, if I understand your relationship correctly, Draco will be the
submissive partner, and needs something to let others know how to approach him.
It serves essentially the same purpose as a muggle engagement ring."
Understanding dawned on Harry's face at this, before turning to embarrassment
at the realization that everyone will know when they've 'consummated the bond'
and are therefore ready to be married. Narcissa and Sirius both had said
though, that they fully expect the boys will not want to wait until after
bonding, hence the need for a different necklace to indicate the change in
their relationship, which will be chosen from those found in the Potter vault
later that day.
oOo
Their first stop was Gringotts. After a death-defying ride, they spent about
fifteen minutes sorting through various boxes of courting jewellery to find
three options for Draco to choose from. The three necklaces were fairly
masculine and were not meant as courting gifts or to be worn after a formal
bonding. The one Draco chose had an intricate filigree weaving silver and gold
together in a complicated pattern. When he touched it, he felt a spark travel
up his arm and he knew it was the one. He hardly glanced at the others. They
returned the necklace to its case, and returned to the surface after spending a
few more moments looking around the vault. Draco made Harry promise to allow
him to return so that he could get a closer look at some of the potions books
he'd seen as they were leaving.
Narcissa, having other errands to run to prepare for her new course at
Hogwarts, left the boys in the company of Remus and Sirius. The boys
immediately headed for Fortescue's to get hot chocolate and an ice cream
sundae, which Draco ate most of as Harry was too distracted watching him lick
the spoon.
They returned home after Sirius made numerous jokes about seeing that necklace
again sometime soon, and Remus told him off for discomforting the boys. And in
the blink of an eye, Christmas break was over and the boys were getting mauled
on the Express, bombarded from every side with questions about their sudden
engagement.
oOo
"Draco's really not pregnant? Cause you know I'll find out eventually if he is,
Harry."
"Really Hermione, no one's pregnant."
"Of course they're not Hermione, didn't you already read about this? They
haven't even done it yet- or Draco would be wearing one of the Potter knots,
instead of the basic one." Neville explained
"I couldn't find any details on the specific knots, just that there were
different ones." Hermione pouted.
"Not to worry 'Mione, Draco's mum is teaching a class next year on wizarding
traditions and etiquette and stuff."
"Really? Oh that's wonderful."
oOo
For once, the rest of the year passed without any more drama than you would
usually find at a school filled with teenage witches and wizards. The only dark
spot on Harry's horizon were the upcoming OWL's, but those too passed without a
hitch. And, without the distractions he was used to, Harry actually did very
well. Everything was looking up. That is, until a news report saying that Ron
had been moved from Azkaban to St. Mungos for 'rehabillitation.'
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry it took so long, I've been really busy, but this chapter is
     pretty long to try and make up for the last chapter. Thanks as always
     for comments and kudos :)
Harry damn near had a panic attack when he read the article in the Daily
Prophet. It took two hours of reassurance from Draco, Sirius, Remus and
Narcissa before he finally calmed down. The entire Weasley family (bar Bill and
Charlie who weren't in the country) came over to make sure Harry was alright.
They seemed to have no idea who pushed for Ron's release. None of them had
plans to visit him in St. Mungos as of yet, though Molly seemed disinclined to
leave him there alone if there was a chance she could have her son back. Harry
tried to understand, he did, but he just couldn't bear the thought that one day
he might run into his abuser in the street. Perhaps he wasn't quite as over it
as he thought.
They spent the rest of the day curled up on the sofa in the living room,
watching stupid shows on the spelled television with Draco cuddled up close to
Harry and the adults shooting him worried looks every now and then. But, after
a few weeks, life went on as normal. Things between Draco and Harry got heated
a few times, but embarrassment at the thought of everyone knowing stopped them.
oOo
They started their sixth year at Hogwarts, got on the train as usual, and
arrived in the carriages. After the sorting Harry had to endure a few jokes at
his expense for the lack of change in Draco's ornament, despite them
practically living together during the summer. And then the laughter stopped,
and silence reigned.
Ron stopped just inside the doors of the Great Hall, eyes searching. When he
spotted Harry at the Gryffindor table, he began to move to an open space near
him. Once those around him figured out Ron's intentions they closed ranks
around Harry, ensuring that Ron wouldn't be able to get anywhere near him. He
stopped just in front of Harry, waiting for him to turn and make eye contact.
Then he kneeled down before him, head to the floor. Throughout this process,
the entire hall remained unearthly still. After a few moments, Ron
straightened, remaining on his knees.
"I'm sorry Harry. I know that nothing will ever make it better, and you never
have to forgive me, you shouldn't really. But I am sorry. Truly."
oOo
Harry moved down to the Slytherin dorms, sharing a bed with Draco. It wasn't
officially sanctioned, but the teachers turned a blind eye to it, given the
circumstances. He couldn't relax anymore. Apparently Dumbledore had been the
one to push for Ron's release, and for him to return to school. The healers at
St. Mungos had deemed him safe to return to society, provided he go to weekly
counselling sessions. There was nothing they could do, no matter how much
Sirius and Remus protested. Ron gave Harry a wide berth after his public
apology.
He knew he shouldn't. He didn't want to. But seeing him alone all the time,
ignored or harassed by the entire student population, Harry couldn't help but
remember how it felt to be so isolated. He felt bad. He felt guilty. And he
knew he shouldn't, and Ron didn't deserve his guilt, and he'd done nothing
wrong and it made him feel worse. He hadn't told anyone, but he knew Draco
could tell. His grades were slipping and he wasn't sleeping and every time he
made eye contact with Ron there was this little spark in Ron's eyes that he
couldn't identify, but he imagined it was pain.
Draco didn't trust it. He had never trusted Dumbledore. He didn't trust that
Ron was 'better now.' You don't get better after something like that. He felt
Ron deserved the punishment he was getting and more. Unfortunately, he didn't
connect the dots when his pumpkin juice tasted a bit odd that morning, since it
tasted the same the next day, and the next, and the next, for almost a month.
And then it was Christmas break and he had other things on his mind.
oOo
"God the time just flew by." Harry mused on the first day of break. Waking up
next to Draco was something he'd always loved, but something felt different
this morning.
"We've been dating for a year now Harry."
"Oh we have. I didn't get you anything. I should have I'm sorry." Harry looked
over to Draco guiltily.
"I know what you can do to make it up to me." Draco purred, grey eyes darkening
to molten chrome. "I'm ready Harry. I know we've been holding back for a while,
but Harry, I want to."
"Are you sure?"
"Make love to me Harry, I'm yours." With that, the last of Harry's resistance
melted. Throwing a hasty locking charm at the door, Harry pressed a kiss to
Draco's throat.
"Again. Say it again."
"Yours. Only yours, Harry. Always yours." Harry groaned in response. He loved
how responsive Draco was. He pulled Draco's shirt over his head kissing down
his neck. He leaned down, taking a nipple into his mouth, laving it with his
tongue, nipping gently before repeating the process on the other side. Draco
moaned loudly and Harry pulled back for a moment, searching out his wand to
cast a silencing charm around the bed. He adored the sounds Draco made for him,
but they were only for him. No one else gets to see Draco like this, spread out
on the bed, flushed and panting with arousal. He quickly pulled his sleep shirt
over his head, leaving the both of them in only their boxers. Harry smiled as
Draco let out a disappointed whine. "Why'd you stop?"
"You don't want your mum hearing you and coming to investigate do you?" Draco
blushed and shook his head, pulling Harry back down to where he could lean up
for a kiss. They kissed passionately for a few moments before Harry continued
his former path down Draco's chest. Paying special attention to the spots that
made Draco squirm so nicely, dipping his tongue into Draco's navel before
nuzzling the tent in his pants. He mouthed at Draco's cock through the cloth.
Looking for permission momentarily, Harry pulled down Draco's briefs, freeing
him from their confines. Draco cried out as the wet warmth of Harry's mouth
engulfed him. Just as he was about to tell Harry to stop or he wouldn't be able
to hold on, he felt a slick finger circling his entrance and he was lost. Harry
grinned up at Draco from between his legs, licking his lips obscenely as he
pressed his index finger against Draco's hole. After a moment, a second finger
was added, the burn becoming slightly uncomfortable. Then Harry found something
inside him that caused stars to burst behind Draco's eyes. Harry opened him up
torturously slowly. Teasing him until he could hardly stand it, before finally
entering him. Harry pushed in slowly, whispering sweet nothing's in Draco's ear
until he was fully seated. After a moment to allow Draco to adjust, Harry began
long, deep thrusts pressing against Draco's prostate every other stroke. Draco
scratched down his back, looking for purchase, anything to encourage Harry to
move faster. Harry kept up the slow pace, coaxing a second orgasm from Draco
before his hips stuttered and lost their rhythm and he spilled inside Draco.
oOo
Despite the initial embarrassment they felt when Sirius noticed Draco's change
in necklace, now that they had discovered the world of sex they were keen to
explore. Lucky for them they had nearly three weeks together during Christmas
break where they would not be disturbed. By the end of the break, they had
discovered that Draco had a mild exhibitionist side and was a not so closeted
romantic, loving it when Harry would pamper him (both inside the bedroom, and
out) while Harry's tastes perhaps strayed into the realm of light BDSM. He may
not enjoy being tied down, but he loved the way Draco looked spread out and
waiting for him.
oOo
A few weeks after they returned to school, Draco got sick. As in, every
morning, and sometimes randomly in the middle of the day he would be hit with
extreme nausea and would have to immediately seek out the nearest toilet or
sink so he could throw up. He managed to hide it from Harry for a few days
since Dumbledore had forced him to return to Gryffindor tower, saying it was
inappropriate for them to be sharing a bed. Harry dragged him to the nurse on
the fifth consecutive day of his illness, despite Draco's protests.
"Sit up here for me dears, that's it. What brings you here today Mr. Malfoy,
Mr. Potter?"
"Draco's ill, he's been throwing up all the time for the last week."
"But I feel fine now, honestly."
"Well I'll just do a quick scan and we'll see if we can't fix you right up. Lie
down now please Mr. Malfoy." Madame Pomphrey waved her wand in a few
complicated patterns, stopping every now and then to jot something down in her
notepad. After a few minutes of this she hummed and tapped her wand against
Draco's abdomen, causing it to glow a pale blue. "Oh why didn't you boys tell
me Draco had been taking the Masculum Conceptum potion?"
"The what-"
"I'm pregnant?!" The boys said simultaneously
"Yes dear, your about five weeks along now. I must say though, I'm a bit
worried. If neither of you had been planning on having a baby- wise choice by
the way you're much to young- then how has Mr. Malfoy gotten the potion into
his system...?"
"My pumpkin juice, it was spiked. I thought it tasted different. I should have
said something. I'm sorry Harry."
"Why are you apologizing? It's not your fault Draco, you couldn't have known."
"I'm going to need a decision on whether you boys will be keeping the baby as
soon as possible. Performing abortions in men is tricky as it can cause damage
to internal organs much more easily since they aren't born with wombs. And if
you plan on keeping the baby, Mr. Malfoy will need to be taking prenatal
potions to ensure a healthy baby."
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Harry and Draco left the hospital wing silently. Harry was in shock and Draco,
well Draco was trying to wrap his head around his own stupidity. They made
their way on autopilot to the Slytherin Common room, half way through the
entrance Harry remembered he wasn't allowed to sleep in the dungeons anymore
and left Draco with a kiss on the cheek. Draco continued to beat himself up for
a few days longer before realizing it was pointless. He desperately needed to
talk to Harry, but they'd hardly seen each other outside of classes. He was
worried that Harry was upset with him. He was so focused on his worry that he
didn't notice the longing looks that Harry sent his way. After about a week,
Pansy and Blaise cornered him, dragging him up to the sixth year dorm to talk.
"What is going on with you Draco? You've been acting strange all week and you
and Harry haven't been talking, what happened?" Pansy half yelled
"I'm pregnant."
"What? How can you be pregnant?" Blaise questioned
"Someone slipped the potion into my pumpkin juice during December. I'm so
stupid. I should have said something. I was focused on the mid-year exams I
guess and it just slipped my mind. God Harry must hate me now."
"I'm sure he doesn't hate you Draco, just go talk to him yeah? He looks like a
kicked puppy. It's sickening." Blaise responded
oOo
After grabbing him outside the Great Hall, Draco dragged Harry to the Room of
Requirement to talk.
"I'm so sorry Harry, I was so stupid. Please forgive me?"
"It's not your fault Draco, I'm not upset with you at all. The only person we
should be mad at is whoever spiked your drinks."
"If you really aren't angry, why've you been avoiding me?"
"You never approached me to talk about the baby, and I want you to make a
decision you're comfortable with. It's your body so it should be your decision.
I didn't want to pressure you by telling you what I want and making you feel
guilty about doing something different."
"But it's not just my baby, it's ours. We should decide what to do together."
"Okay, so what have you been thinking?"
"Honestly I haven't thought that much about it, I was worried about making you
angry. But I don't know Harry. We're really young, I don't know if I'm ready to
have a baby. We haven't even got our NEWT's yet. But at the same time, I can't
bear the thought of killing our baby."
"I don't want to pressure you at all, you can do what you feel is best, you
know that right?" Draco nodded in response. "I want to keep it. We have your
mum, and Sirius and Remus to help us, and our NEWT's are next year and the baby
is due during the summer so we won't have to miss too much school. And even if
we are young, I know we will love this baby just as much as any other parents
would. And if you still don't want to keep it, that's okay."
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"We'll keep it. I'm with you Harry. We can do this. And it's going to suck and
I'm definitely going to yell at you for this a few times but we'll get through
it."
"Let's go talk to Madame Pomphrey." Who promptly gave them the low-down on what
to expect when you're expecting, as well as a whole bunch of books to read on
pregnancy in general, male pregnancy, and early childhood development and
nutrient potions which would appear with Draco's meals thanks to the house
elves. They would of course have to inform their parents/guardians themselves,
and she suggested that they take a year off after the baby was born and
complete their NEWT's with the current fifth years. A strategy which Draco
balked at but promised to consider. It was just that he'd always had such high
expectations for himself, and was really looking forward to getting into the
more advanced and technical aspects of potion making. Harry on the other hand,
who really had no idea what he wanted to do after Hogwarts, had no problem with
taking a year off to care for their child. They knew they had a lot of work and
a number of important conversations ahead of them.
They fire-called their respective adults that night from their respective
common rooms. Thanks to Sirius' loud and somewhat melodramatic reaction and
later promises to help look after the baby, half of Gryffindor had most likely
heard the news, meaning it would be all over Hogwarts by the next day. Sure
enough, stares followed Draco throughout the day, eyes attaching themselves to
his stomach more than his face.
"So you're keeping it then?" Pansy asked at lunch
"Yeah we decided yesterday." Pansy hummed and made a face, but Blaise offered
his congratulations and assured Draco he'd make a great 'mum,' happily laughing
at Draco's horrified expression. Both Harry and Draco spent the next few weeks
fending off questions of; "Have you thought of any names?" "Are you really
gonna be a dad?" "Why are you keeping it?" "Is it a boy or a girl?" and
generally trying to get through the school year without too much more Drama.
Of course, Draco's cravings hit him hard at the end of the second month, and
his hormones started playing with his emotions like a tennis match. He couldn't
be around certain smells without throwing up, and the smallest things could
cause him to burst into tears. All in all he found it hard to be around other
people. Things tapered off once he entered his second trimester, and he was
able to focus on his exams.
Unfortunately, despite an ongoing investigation, Remus and Sirius were still no
closer to determining who exactly spiked Draco or why. Since it wasn't a
dangerous potion they couldn't actually make a case with the aurors and it was
really difficult to think of any possible motives. Obviously they suspected Ron
and Dumbledore, but they couldn't figure out what either of them would want
with a baby.
As time went on, the two boys were closer than ever, and making plans for their
bonding ceremony which they wanted to take place before the baby was born. They
decided, rather than having a full ceremony and reception, they would have an
official ceremony, with just their family present and then a full on reception
and celebration after the baby was born. This plan was at Draco's insistence
that he did not want to be 'fat' in his wedding pictures. Harry thought it was
faintly ridiculous but went along with it since he didn't really mind as long
as he got to spend the rest of his life with the man that he loved.
Chapter End Notes
     Another chapter yay! Sorry RL has been kinda crazy. I have a plan for
     the rest of the story now though, and it should be done in a few more
     chapters. Also I'm loving all the guesses at who our mystery villain
     is, keep them coming! As always thanks for the comments and kudos -
     they feed my muse ;)
***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Two weeks before their official ceremony was to take place, the one with just
family, Harry received a letter from an unknown owl. He was sitting on his bed
in the dorms, and it was fairly early on a Friday evening so the other boys
were all still out doing who knows what. He didn't recognize the handwriting,
so he opened the letter, reading it twice through before dropping it.
Harry,
If you want your child to live, you will leave Draco. You will break off the
courting and tell him you want nothing to do with the child. If you cut off all
contact, Draco and the child will be free to live as they please. If you tell
anyone about this letter, you will be punished.
The letter was unsigned. Harry was panicking, he had no idea what to do. He
knew that he couldn't bear to leave Draco and their child. They would find out
the gender of their baby at Draco's next check up. He didn't want anything to
happen to his baby or his love, but he couldn't live without them either.
Panicking wasn't helping anything, so Harry did his best to take deep breaths
and think logically. This was a death threat. That meant he could get Aurors
involved, and they might be able to trace the letter back to its sender. After
pacing in his room for a few more minutes, Harry made up his mind and used the
mirror that Sirius had given him to call him. Sirius had Remus called the DMLE
while Harry was still on the line and the Aurors began an investigation
immediately. Harry wasn't sure he wanted to tell Draco, it would only worry him
and that wasn't good for the baby. On the other hand, if he didn't know, he
couldn't protect himself, and that was a greater risk. In the end he decided
this was a case where what Draco didn't know could hurt him.
Draco, for his part, took the news rather well, after his initial panic. It
rather helped that there was an auror guard assigned to him until the threat
could be removed. He did his best to soothe Harry's nerves and keep him a
little distracted from the situation, since there was nothing he could do to
help at this point. They went to the appointment with Madame Pomphrey. Harry
and Draco were, as always, awed by the little moving pictures of their baby.
The baby was hiding at first, but turned around just before they gave up trying
to find out the sex.
"Congratulations boys, you're expecting a bouncing baby boy. Have you discussed
names yet?"
"Not yet, we were waiting to find out what we were having. I'm sure we'll get
to it soon."
"Well, you and the baby are very healthy Mr. Malfoy, so you just keep doing
what you're doing, and I'll see you in a few weeks for your next check up."
oOo
"Have you got any ideas Harry?"
"Huh?" Harry looked up from his transfiguration homework "What did you say?"
"Baby names, have you thought of any?"
"Well at first I thought of naming the baby after my parents but, I don't want
them to feel like they have to live up to any expectations, I want him to have
his own legacy."
"The Blacks always use stars or constellations as their names, and the Malfoys
generally give son's their father's name as a middle name. While I don't mind
following the Black tradition, since we both have ties to the family, I don't
much care for the Malfoy name at all anymore, let alone their 'traditions.'"
"I've always liked the name Caspian, but if we're sticking to constellations
I've always liked Caelum."
"You like -c- names don't you Harry." Draco laughed "Constellation wise, I like
Scorpius and Lynx, but I always assumed I'd follow the Black tradition so I
haven't really thought about any others."
"No no, it's perfect. Caspian Lynx Malfoy-Potter."
"I love it. I really love it."
oOo
They let their friends and family know the news, and things were quiet for a
few weeks. Harry received a few more threatening letters, but nothing came of
it. The aurors did their best to find the culprit, and Draco remained under
guard when not in classes. He and Harry were walking back from the dungeons one
day, discussing their plans for when the baby was born when a shouted STUPEFY
was heard from behind and Harry fell to the floor. Draco was hit immediately
after, without enough time to even draw his wand. He fell forwards, screaming
internally, terrified the baby would be hurt. He soon found himself under a
bubble of silence, tied up and levitated into a dark room.
He didn't know how long he had been there, he passed out for what could have
been minutes or hours. Harry was somewhere on the other side of the room, he
could hear his laboured breathing. "Harry?" He whispered. "Harry are you
alright?"
"I'm okay. How are you and Caspian?"
"Not good Harry. It hurts Harry. My stomach hurts. He's not moving anymore.
Harry we can't lose him, what are we going to do?" Draco was crying by now.
"It'll be okay Draco, we're all three of us going to be okay. You fell on your
stomach when we got hit, but he should be okay, he's just resting, yeah?" Harry
tried to move closer to Draco, but found he couldn't move more than a few
inches in any direction, chained as he was to the wall. The door opened,
allowing light to flood in, silhouetting their captor. "Please don't hurt them,
do what you want to me, but don't hurt Draco or our baby. Please." Harry
begged.
"Oh I could never hurt my Drakie. As for that disgusting thing inside him, well
I make no promises. As for you, you know what I want."
"Pansy?" Draco asked as she stepped into the room. "Pansy w-what? Why? I don't-
"
"Oh Drakie-poo. You know we were always meant to be together. You just got
confused with boy-wonder over there. You were supposed to break up when you got
pregnant. You weren't supposed to keep it. You were supposed to get rid of it.
Then the golden boy would get mad at you, and you would break up, and I would
comfort you, and you would realize that we would be the perfect couple. But
then the bloody boy hero had to go and convince you to keep it. Well what's a
girl to do? I had to make a new plan, and then he didn't do what I wanted,
again. Even put you at risk to do it. And now what does he get? If I can't have
you, no one can. The aurors will trace those owls back to Harry himself. And
then they'll know that he was making the whole thing up, trying to frame poor
Ron, and wanted him back in Azkaban where he couldn't tell the truth. And then
they'll find your bodies, and find that he cast the killing curse at poor sweet
drakie, and then threw himself off the tower out of guilt."
"There's one flaw in your plan Pansy." Harry said smirking at her.
"And what, pray tell, is that?" She said
"This- Petrificus Totalis!" was shouted from behind her, Tonks catching her as
she fell and giving her a sweet smile before handing her wand over to the other
aurors and releasing Harry and Draco from their bonds. Draco was immediately
levitated to the hospital wing, Harry following behind on his own feet. Pansy
was sent to a holding cell, awaiting trial.
"You're going to be just fine Draco. Your baby was in distress, that's the pain
you felt, but your magic went into protecting him. If you had been injured more
severely you likely would have lost him, but thankfully you didn't need to use
your magic for anything else. I'm putting you on bed rest for a few weeks as
you recover, just to be sure, but I think you're just about out of the woods.
As for you Mr. Potter, I see you in this bed far too often for my liking. I
think you've had just about enough excitement to last you a lifetime. You're
all patched up, I'd say you're free to go dear but I expect you won't be
leaving Mr. Malfoy's side any time soon."
"I think you're right on both accounts, but it's Malfoy-Potter for the both of
us. We'd been keeping it quiet, but we're technically already married, even if
we won't have a proper wedding until after Caspian is born."
"My congratulations to the both of you. When you're both ready to leave, I
expect not to see you again except for check ups, alright dears?"
"That's the plan, thank you Madame Pomphrey." Draco said as she left.
"I'm glad you're okay Draco. Both of you." Harry said, caressing Draco's bump
as he did.
"Why do our friends keep hurting us Harry?"
"I don't know Draco. I guess we just attract trouble, eh?"
"Well can we attract less trouble from now on?"
"We'll do our best." Harry smiled, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on his
lips before settling in for the night.
Chapter End Notes
     Almost done now! Thanks for comments and kudos!
***** Epilogue *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Caspian was born on September 22nd, at a healthy, if somewhat small, 5 lbs 8
oz. After Draco had recovered, they held their wedding reception with a
shortened ceremony for their friends and families to celebrate. They made sure
to host on a weekend so everyone could attend. It was beautifully simple,
elegant without being decadent. Looking after a newborn while studying for
NEWTs was near impossible, and they leaned heavily on the support of Narcissa,
Remus, and Sirius who offered their help happily. It rather helped that all of
them were now at Hogwarts during the school year. They managed. They had their
fights and times when stress and frustration got the best of them, it was
nowhere near perfect. But they had moments of sheer joy. Like seeing their baby
smile and laugh. And moments of perfect calm, in the early hours of the morning
where nothing seems to matter quite as much. And moments of deep love, for each
other and the lives ahead of them.
They finished their NEWTs, Draco and Hermione tied for highest scores in the
graduating class. Draco announced his plans to become a potions master, while
Hermione planned to go to law school and work in the Ministry, though she
hadn't decided which department yet. Harry had yet to decide what he wanted to
do, but was considering Auror and Healer training. Blaise was planning on going
into politics, which suited him nicely. It surprised people, because of his
apparently arrogant nature that he and Hermione got along at all, let alone so
well. In fact they had detailed discussions on everything ranging from the
intricacies of economics and philosophies to the latest fashion trends. And
Blaise wasn't exactly arrogant, so much as he was disdainful of those who were
unable to keep up with him. Hermione mellowed him out a bit, and he fired her
up. It was a good match. Blaise had shared his plans to ask Hermione to move in
with him after graduation with Harry, to make sure she would say yes before he
embarrassed himself. Of course, she did. They weren't really sure what Ron's
plans were, they didn't really care either. And it was enough. Everything was
as close to perfect as you can get on Earth, and all that trouble seemed to
have found a new magnet.
Chapter End Notes
     Well, that's it from me. I may do a sequel but I don't actually have
     any plans for one. I have a few scenes for another story floating
     about in my head, but I'm not sure how to connect them as of yet. I
     think I'll wait until I have a better sense of the story and where
     it's going to go before I begin posting it, I hate when stories go
     unfinished so I won't be doing that to you all. Thanks for reading!
     All my love xx
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