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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Lucius_Malfoy/Harry_Potter, Draco_Malfoy/Severus_Snape, Hermione_Granger/
      Ron_Weasley, Pansy_Parkinson/Blaise_Zabini, Neville_Longbottom/Ginny
      Weasley
  Character:
      Lucius_Malfoy, Harry_Potter, Ron_Weasley, Hermione_Granger, Draco_Malfoy,
      Severus_Snape, Neville_Longbottom, Ginny_Weasley, The_Weasleys, The_usual
      Hogwarts_cast, various_OCs
  Additional Tags:
      Kidfic, Scenting, Wings, Creature_Fic, Male_Slash, Light_BDSM, Mating
      Bond, Mating_Bites, Anal_Sex, Malfoy_men_and_their_lax_morals, Mpreg
  Series:
      Part 3 of Wings
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-17 Updated: 2017-12-29 Chapters: 11/? Words: 8763
****** Of Parenting and Wings ******
by Sablesilverrain
Summary
     Sequel to Of Purebloods and Wings. Explores Harry and Lucius' lives
     after the war, with snapshots into their lives and their childrens'
     lives. Will likely also contain some Severus/Draco scenes.
***** Of Parenting and Wings *****
Harry let out a frustrated whine as the body behind him shifted and uncurled
from around him, leaving him cold as his mate left the bed.
 
“I’ll be back soon, Love.” Lucius assured him. “Why don’t you order something
from the elves? We can eat before we go back to bed.” He suggested.
 
“Fine.” Harry grumbled, rolling out of the comfortable bed.
 
The island was warm already, and the open windows were letting in the bright
morning light, making the small bungalow seem bright and airy.
 
Harry ordered Rubika fruit, since he could have it while he wasn’t on the
potion, and sat at the table waiting for Lucius to emerge from the bathroom.
 
They ate, keeping a light conversation going through the bond, feelings of
contentment, love and a faint arousal passing between the two like water
through the bond, beginning at one end and being picked up by the other person,
who returned it almost instantly.
 
“When we do succeed in getting you pregnant, who will we tell first, and how
long do you want to wait before letting the public know?” Lucius asked,
breaking the silence.
 
Harry hummed. “Well, Draco deserves to know he’s not alone, and I’m close with
Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Neville. I’d like them to know. Honestly, the whole
Weasley family should be told. And Remus. Poppy will have to know, since she
will be treating me until the end of the year.” He mused.
 
“I took the liberty of looking up a Healer that has experience with different
inheritances and their birthing processes, and she has assured me that she has
attended a Fae birth, as well as two High Elven births, both with the same
male, so she shouldbe well-equipped to deal with any eventualities that come
about during your pregnancy and birth, if you decide to employ her as your
midwife.” Lucius said. “You and she will set up a time to meet if you want to
talk to her. You may suit, you may not. But I feel it’s best to have a solid
plan in place.”
 
“Does she know how to handle a Faurae birth?” Harry asked.
 
Lucius chuckled. “She will have after dealing with Draco’s birth.”
 
“And you got him to agree to use her?” Harry asked.
 
“Honestly, Severus was the most reticent about it. He trusts so rarely, and he
seems willing to go the entire pregnancy drawing solely on his own and Poppy’s
healer training. I know my son, however, and that simply will not do for him.
He will need a specialist, as he gave himself over fully to his instincts once
he fledged. He dove headfirst into searching for a mate, and you saw how he
handled that. The boy was born to be a Faurae. He’s happier now than I’ve ever
seen him. He’s always been dissatisfied with some aspect of himself, but now,
he is in his element. He’s not as stressed, now that he can just be, and trust
in his mate to protect and coddle him.” Lucius smiled fondly, and Harry smiled
back at him. “He was the most difficult child, but the young man he has become
made every tension headache he gave me worth it.”
 
“He really is a great person, though he’s a right prick to those he doesn’t
like.” Harry added wryly.
 
Lucius snorted. “I didn’t raise the most tolerant son, but with the crowd I ran
with, I couldn’t afford to. He would have been a liability if I had raised him
to be a soft-hearted champion of the weak.”
 
“I guess that’s true. Well, I’ll meet the midwife; we’ll see how it turns out.
I still have to get pregnant first.” Harry pointed out.
 
“True.” Lucius’ smile turned predatory. “Let’s get right on that, shall we?”
 
*****
 
Harry sat up, grabbing his wand and turning it off.
 
Lucius groaned. “Is it Saturday already?” He rasped from behind Harry.
 
Harry smiled fondly as his sleep-roughened voice. “I’m afraid it is.” He sat up
and rubbed at his eyes.
 
“Well, it looks like we’re staying until tomorrow, after all.” Lucius said in
satisfaction.
 
“What? Why?” Harry asked.
 
“Look at your wings.” The man said in amusement.
 
Harry drew one wing around and watched as several feathers dislodged and
floated down onto the bed. “Oh!” He smiled widely. “I’m pregnant!”
 
Lucius hummed. “Yes, you most certainly are.” He purred. “Shall we try for
twins?” He asked, pressing Harry back into the pillows.
 
Harry laughed. “You can’t get me more pregnant, Lucius, it doesn’t work that
way.” He chastised teasingly.
 
Lucius narrowed his eyes. “Well, I can certainly try. Who knows, I may
succeed.”
 
“Mm, well, I’m definitely not going to turn down celebratory sex, at any rate.”
Harry murmured, baring his neck for Lucius to lick and suck at his mark,
sending shivers down his spine.
 
Lucius hummed against his skin, reaching down to work first one, then two
fingers into Harry’s body. “You’re pleasantly pliant right now.” He commented.
 
“That’s because you—mmm—kept waking me up for another go-round last night.”
Harry reminded him.
 
“Oh, yes, I did do that, didn’t I?” Lucius added a third finger and twisted,
and Harry let out a sharp cry. Lucius chuckled. “I do so enjoy the sounds you
make for me.” He leaned down and let his lips brush Harry’s ear as he added,
“It’s so rewarding to hear what I do to you.”
 
Harry mewled. “Please, put something in me! The fingers are such a tease!” He
begged.
 
Lucius withdrew his fingers and slicked his cock, then slid into Harry and
began to move.
 
Harry grabbed two handfuls of Lucius’ hair and the man sighed softly. “My
hair…” Lucius began feebly, giving in when Harry used the hair to pull him into
a heated kiss.
 
“Fuck me, Lucius.” Harry demanded.
 
Lucius smiled and complied.
***** Good News *****
Chapter Notes
     Another little snippet for you!
Harry slid into the seat right next to Draco and began loading his plate with
food.
 
Draco eyed him mutinously. “Glad you could join us.” He drawled in clear
irritation. “Though I was expectingyou back yesterday, and there was no letter,
no Patronus, no word at all that you were staying an extra—” He sniffed a few
times, frowned, then leaned in close to Harry’s neck and inhaled deeply.
 
Harry threw up a quick muffliato, knowing what was about to happen.
 
Draco smiled widely. “Congratulations!” He said in excitement. “Well, that
explains things!”
 
Hermione frowned, but Ginny squealed. “Really? I’m going to be an Aunt?” She
asked. She couldn’t tackle Harry from across the table, but it was clear she
wanted to launch herself at the Faurae.
 
“Yes, but be gentle with me, because it’s only barely started. I could still
lose it easily. No rushing me and knocking me down to smother me with Weasley
affection. As much as I enjoy that.” Harry told her lightly.
 
Hermione was staring at him contemplatively. “Are you really ready to start a
family, Harry? Wouldn’t it be wiser to wait? Perhaps until you’re situated
firmly in a career?” She asked him.
 
‘Well,’ Harry thought, ‘At least that’s better than I was expecting. It’s not a
lecture, so I’ll take it.’ “Honestly, I’m thrilled to be pregnant; I can’t wait
to see Lucius raising our children. He took a backseat with Draco in order to
not ruin his childhood like his father had done with him, but I’m going to show
him that it is possible to achieve a happy middle ground. Enough to be present
in the child’s life, yet not burden them with responsibilities too soon.” He
told her. “And it’ll be yourniece or nephew, too, you know. Surely that’s worth
getting excited over?” He cajoled.
 
Hermione smiled. “I suppose there is that. I want to be present for the birth,
and you’ll let me keep baby books detailing their milestones, right? Purely for
academic use. There’s so little known about Faurae, I want to see how their
growth differs from normal.” She told Harry.
 
Harry smiled. “Fine.” He told her. “Just make sure they’re spelled so only you
and other Faurae can read them.”
 
Hermione nodded. “Of course.”
 
Ron cleared his throat. “You’ll need to write to Mum as soon as you have the
time; she needs to know early.”
 
Harry smiled. “Oh, don’t worry, that part is happening pretty definitely.” He
said lightly. “She’d kill me if I didn’t.”
***** The Bump *****
Chapter Notes
     Not much happening here, but I wanted to display at least a little of
     Lucius' fascination with Harry's body before we moved very far into
     the pregnancy. So this chapter deals with that. Short, but I like it.
     It's cute.
Harry heard Lucius’ wand go off and groaned, snuggling deeper into his pillow.
 
“Would you like to join me in the shower, Love? I promise to wake you in a most
pleasant manner.” Lucius purred, pulling on the blanket Harry had clutched in
his hands, pulled up to his chin.
 
“But I want more sleep.” Harry whined.
 
Lucius chuckled. “Yes, well, you should get up early so you’re not quite as
groggy during breakfast. You know you take a while to properly wake. Come on,
get up and let’s shower.”
 
Harry got up. “This pleasant wake-up had better involve my cock in your mouth.”
He grumbled, getting out of bed and heading bleary-eyed into the bathroom.
 
Lucius smirked. “As long as you let me get my hands on you at the same time, it
will.”
 
“You just want to run your hands over my bump.” Harry said in fond amusement.
“It’s barely even there, and you’re so excited over it.”
 
Lucius flushed a bit. “I find your body gorgeous, and your bump, as you call
it, is proof that I’ve given you something no one else can.” He said
reasonably.
 
“Yeah, because if anyone else came at me naked as the day they were born, I’d
skin them alive. Or laugh. Which would probably be just as bad.” Harry mused.
 
Lucius chuckled. “Into the shower, Love. Remember, you’ve got N.E.W.T.s today.
Best get ready for them. They aren’t called ‘Nastily Exhausting’ for nothing.”
 
Harry sighed. “I’ll fail History of Magic, but I should do well in Defence, so
it will even out in the end.” He said.
 
Lucius dropped to his knees in front of Harry, hands immediately seeking out
the small roundness of Harry’s barely-there bump. “For now, just relax. Don’t
worry about anything but what you’re feeling. There is plenty of time to worry
about the tests while you’re taking them.” He murmured, then took Harry into
his mouth.
 
Harry buried his hands in his mate’s hair and surrendered to sensation, letting
his cares dissolve into nothingness for a little while.
***** A Girl *****
Draco laid a hand over his rounded belly, watching Harry go through the same
procedure he’d recently gone through. He was having a boy, not surprisingly,
and now it was Harry’s turn to find out the sex of his firstborn.
 
The midwife carefully surrounded the foetus with her magic and drew the image
of it out to hover above Harry’s abdomen. She smiled. “It looks like you’re
having a little girl. She’s active.” She said in amusement as the image kicked
out and rolled over.
 
Lucius chuckled. “She’s a show-off. Pure Malfoy. Thank you, healer Tomoy.” He
said.
 
The healer shook her head, dispelling the image. “I’ve told you before, Lucius,
it’s Pamela. No need for formalities now that I’ve seen your sub in various
states of undress. We all need to become comfortable with each other if the
delivery is to go off without a hitch. Creature births can be tricky unless
there is trust established beforehand.”
 
Severus snorted. “I’m still not sure my inner Faurae will allow you to be in
the room with my labouring sub. I’m so overprotective of him already.” He
mused, wrapping an arm around Draco and pulling the blond in close to his side.
 
Draco preened at the move, overjoyed that Severus was being openly affectionate
in front of his father and stepfather for once.
 
Harry shrugged, sitting up. “Either way, we’ll need a healer. It’s not a good
idea to go it alone.”
 
“I’m sure instinct will kick in once we go into labour and the rest will come
naturally.” Draco told him. “That’s how it is for most creatures. Why should we
be any different?”
 
“I’d be more comfortable with a trained midwife there with me.” Harry said.
 
Lucius smiled. “And you’ll have one.” He assured the brunet. “You’ll have
whatever you want.”
 
“Right now, I want to relax in the pool. Draco, fancy a swim?”
 
Draco perked up. “Sure, sounds great!”
 
Severus smiled at him. “I will sit with Lucius while you two have your fun.
Don’t get too exuberant. Remember you have a baby in your belly to worry about
now.” He warned.
 
“We’ll be sufficiently careful, Sev. Promise.” Draco told him before rising
onto tiptoe to brush a kiss against his cheek. “See you later.”
 
Harry got up and kissed Lucius, then followed Draco out of the room.
***** A Labour of Love *****
Chapter Notes
     A Draco/Severus chapter, I did warn you this would happen. But it's
     important to see Pamela's first experience with a Faurae birth to
     understand her reactions when Harry's turn comes. So here you go!
Draco winced and stood. “Severus.” He said, pressing a hand against his lower
back as a spasm shot through the muscles there.
 
The man kept his attention on the papers he was grading, seeming not to hear
Draco.
 
“Severus!” Draco snapped, a good deal more loudly.
 
Severus’ head shot up. “Mm?” He hummed questioningly.
 
“It’s time.” Draco told him.
 
“Time?” Severus echoed blankly, then he paled. “Time?!” He stood up. “Take the
Floo to the Manor, have Pippy help you to the bedroom, I’ll be there as soon as
I grab your bag and call Pamela.” He said hurriedly, sending a Patronus to
Dumbledore.
 
Draco nodded and left through the Floo, coming out in Prince Manor. “Pippy!” He
called out.
 
The house-elf appeared immediately and her eyes widened comically. Draco was
too preoccupied to appreciate the hilarity of the expression. “Master Draco is
in labour!” She said, pressing one hand into the small of his back and bracing
the other one on one hip, guiding him toward the stairs. “Come, Master Draco.
We’s must get you in bed before little Faurae baby comes out. Master Severus
will take care of you. Good care of his mate and Faurae baby.” She assured him.
 
“Healer Pamela Tomoy will be coming soon, too. She’s going to help me have this
little one.” Draco explained, wincing when another contraction lanced through
his body. They didn’t seem to be centring on his stomach. Instead, they were
starting in his back and travelling down between his legs. He reached down to
feel what was happening down there, and paled as his hands discovered his
missing cock and the slowly widening hole where no hole had been before.
 
‘Well, that explains how the baby will be getting out.’ He thought in a mixture
of amusement and horror, equal parts both.
 
The house-elf eyed him in disbelief. “If Master Draco and Master Severus want
her here, I’s can’t stop you. But I’s think instincts will make yous change
yous minds.”
 
Draco got into bed and took his robe off, dropping it next to the bed. “Put
that in the laundry, Pippy, then wait for Severus and the Healer. They should
be here soon.”
 
Pippy bowed and took the robe, soaked with sweat and small amounts of… Other
fluids, and took the garment to the laundry room as Draco drew the sheet over
himself.
 
There was a knock at the door and Severus opened it, closely followed by
Pamela.
 
“Hello.” Draco said evenly, wincing as another pain engulfed him.
 
Pamela smiled as Severus leaned in for a kiss.
 
“Hello, Draco. I can see your birth is progressing like an Elven birth, am I
right? Are you forming a birth canal?” She asked, casting a quick sanitation
spell on her hands.
 
Draco nodded and Pamela began to move to the foot of the bed, only for Severus
to block her with his body and growl menacingly.
 
Pamela tsked and shook her head. “Really, Severus, we’ve been over this. I
understand you are very protective of your mate, but I in no way mean him harm,
and you really should take advantage of my expertise in this situation. You
could use a trained midwife, rather than relying on yourself and your meagre
healer training.”
 
Severus narrowed his eyes on her. “Iwill check his dilation. You can take over
when he enters the next phase of labour.” He ground out.
 
Pamela sighed, but nodded. “Very well. Sanitize your hands and check for how
far along the birth canal is. He will dilate as it appears, so it should be
fairly straightforward. Even for a Potions Master.” She muttered, earning her a
sharp glare from Severus, to which she returned a sweet smile.
 
Severus did as she bade, then ducked under the sheet, rather than bare his mate
to her gaze.
 
Pamela snorted in amusement at the action. “Honestly.” She muttered. “Does that
make you feel any better, Severus?” She asked.
 
“Yes.” Severus snapped, fingers probing Draco’s new orifice carefully. He
finished his inspection and emerged from under the sheet. “He is six
centimetres dilated already.” He said worriedly.
 
Pamela nodded. “Which means he waited until he was sure he was in labour before
telling you. Smart boy, but headstrong. Be careful with your next pregnancies,
Draco darling. The labour process will progress much faster.” She warned.
“Don’t let it wait too long.”
 
“Duly noted.” Draco ground out. “Is it supposed to hurt for longer periods each
time the pain returns?” He asked.
 
Pamela hummed. “I can’t be one hundred percent sure, as this is my first Faurae
birth, but if it is progressing like an Elven birth, then yes. The birth canal
grows more each wave, until it is complete, at which point you will likely have
an hour or so reprieve, this being your first birth. Once you pass that point,
the real labour begins, and you will push until your child emerges into the
world. I will help you take care of the aftermath and you will be left alone
after that to bond with your son and mate as a family. It is the best part of
any creature’s pregnancy, those first few hours after birth. You don’t
understand until you have your child in your arms just how breath-taking and
humbling it is to discover the perfection you two created together.”
 
Severus stroked a hand over Draco’s damp brow. “I can’t wait. Draco, thank you
for giving me this.”
 
Draco smiled up at him. “You’re welcome. I wonder what he’s going to look
like?” He mused.
 
“Your hair has been passed down through the Malfoy line for generations. I
suspect even my dark hair cannot overcome that hair.” Severus smiled. “I
suspect it will be a blond boy with dark, serious eyes.”
 
Draco chuckled. “You’re probably right.”
 
*****
 
“He is waking.” Severus told Pamela, who turned from the book she was writing
in.
 
“Good.” She said briskly. “Right on time. His contractions probably woke him.”
She said.
 
Draco gritted his teeth. “Yes, they did, and now they’re in my stomach rather
than my back and privates.” He told her.
 
Pamela nodded, drawing back the sheet and bunching it around his waist as
Severus loomed over her shoulder, growling softly. “This part will hurt; I’m
not going to lie. But it will be worth it when you hold your son, trust me.”
She promised.
 
Draco nodded. “When do I push?”
 
Pamela cast a quick spell over him and hummed. “Almost time.” She told him.
“Give it about ten more minutes.”
 
Draco and Severus shared a smile, after which Severus went right back to
breathing down Pamela’s neck and growling.
 
Pamela was the very epitome of patience. She let him growl and tuned him out
with practiced ease. “All right.” She said to Draco after ten minutes had
passed. “Next contraction I’m going to have you start pushing.”
 
Draco nodded and steeled himself for what was said to be the worst part of
labour.
 
Pamela bent slightly, between Draco’s bent legs, and watched his stomach
muscles for the next contraction to hit. When it did, she smiled. “Alright,
Draco. Push.” She said firmly.
 
Draco pushed and strained, as Severus watched like a hawk.
 
He paused once the contraction ended, and panted while Pamela watched for the
next one.
 
After about twenty minutes of pushing, he growled. “Isn’t it coming out yet?”
 
Pamela chuckled. “Actually, it is. I can see the head when you push now. A few
more should do it.” She said encouragingly.
 
Draco nodded and redoubled his efforts when she told him to push.
 
He couldn’t hold back a cry of pain as the head breached, but kept going at
Pamela’s excited urging. “Just a bit more! Come on, here come the shoulders!
And there he is!” She said happily as she cradled the squalling baby, grabbing
a cloth to clean him and another to wrap him in. She wiped off the blood and
handed him to Severus to hold while she quickly cut the cord with a spell and
turned back to Draco to help him pass the afterbirth.
 
After the post-labour cleanup was finished, she looked over the three, who were
huddled together at the head of the bed, Draco and Severus staring raptly down
at their newborn son.
 
“I’ll come back to check on you tomorrow.” Pamela told them, letting herself
out.
 
Draco and Severus basked in the wonder of their son for several hours before
they surfaced to realize that at some point, Pamela had left.
***** Dante *****
Chapter Notes
     11:01 PM. I made it in time! Still counts as being posted today, if
     only just.
Draco smiled as Harry and Lucius walked into the room. “How are you doing?
Pamela just left. Our little Dante is perfect. He’s got tiny baby fangs
already, just peeking through his gums.” He said proudly.
 
Harry blinked in surprise. “Is that normal?” He asked. “Fangs so soon?’
 
Draco smiled. “The Fae have fangs from birth. They lose their baby set at five
and their adult set grows in, which are longer and sharper. His seem to be
sharper than Fae milk fangs, she says. I don’t know if that’s because they’re a
different species or not. Want to hold him?” Draco held him out.
 
“Sure.” Harry gently took the baby and smiled down at him. He was tiny, and had
a bald head with just a few blond hairs sparsely dusted over his head. His eyes
were a dark blue that appeared almost black. “Is he going to have Severus’
eyes, do you think?” He asked.
 
Draco hummed. “I think he’ll have dark eyes, yes. He’s a Faurae, so they might
end up differently coloured. It would be awesome if they ended up purple or
something like that.”
 
Lucius hummed. “It would be interesting to have a grandchild with purple eyes,
that much is true.”
 
Severus was watching Harry like a hawk, but seemed okay with the other
submissive holding his child.
 
“Go ahead and let Father have a turn holding him.” Draco told Harry.
 
Harry handed the baby over and Lucius smiled down at the boy. “Little Dante.
Welcome to the family, little one.” He said softly.
 
Severus was visibly tense watching Lucius hold his son.
 
“He’s beautiful, Draco. Well done, son.” Lucius said. “He’s going to be a
dominant, I think. He has that look about him.” He mused, staring down at the
scrunched-up face. He grinned. “He really looks like Severus. Look at that
scowl!” He laughed.
 
Harry looked up at the man in question and laughed at the matching scowl on his
face. “Exactly like him, yes.” He chortled.
 
“I resent that remark.” He stepped up to Lucius. “You can give my son back
now.” He said.
 
Lucius handed the baby back, still chuckling lightly. “He got Draco’s nose and
lips, but the brow line and cheekbones are all you, Severus.”
 
Draco chuckled. “Hopefully he’ll have my disposition.” He said lightly.
 
Lucius nodded. “One can only hope. Well, we’ll get home. I hope to see you
soon, Draco. Come visit when you’re up and about again.” He said, wrapping an
arm around Harry and leading him out of the room.
***** Blood and Watermelon *****
Lucius set his book aside and ran a hand through Harry’s hair where the
brunet’s head rested on his shoulder. “Harry, let’s get under the covers
properly and go to sleep.”
 
There was no response.
 
“Harry?” Lucius asked, shifting. He felt Harry’s fangs slide out of his
shoulder where the brunet had apparently fallen asleep while drinking his
blood. He cast a quick spell instants before he felt Harry’s head turn back
toward him and fangs slid in a little way further down. “Are you biting me in
your sleep?” He asked in annoyance.
 
“Mm.” Harry hummed, barely awake.
 
Lucius sighed. “Don’t fall asleep with your fangs in me; it’s bad form.” He
chastised.
 
Harry sucked some more and tried to mumble around the flesh in his mouth.
 
“Pull your mouth off me to speak, Love.” Lucius told him, holding back
laughter.
 
Harry gave one last suck, licked the wounds closed and pouted up at Lucius. “I
can’t help it! I crave your blood lately and it soothes me. Makes it easier to
sleep.”
 
Lucius sighed. “Maybe I should fill a bottle with blood each night for you.” He
muttered.
 
Harry perked up. “Could you?” He asked in interest.
 
Lucius sighed. “I was being facetious, but I could.” He allowed.
 
“That would be nice. I think I’d like that.” Harry murmured.
 
“Then I suppose that’s what I’ll do.” Lucius said wryly.
 
“Thank you.” Harry said, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before sliding down
under the covers and closing his eyes. “Good night.”
 
Lucius got comfortable, smiling indulgently. “Good night, Love. Sleep well.”
 
*****
 
“I want watermelon.” Harry said to himself. He got up and waddled to Lucius’
study from the parlour. “Lucius.” He said.
 
Lucius hummed in question.
 
“I want watermelon.” Harry said firmly.
 
Lucius looked up, setting his quill down. “Watermelon?” He asked.
 
“Yeah.” Harry took the seat in front of the fire. “Watermelon.”
 
Lucius frowned. “Love, watermelon is not in season right now.” He tried to
reason with his very pregnant—and somewhat volatile—mate.
 
Harry frowned and looked Lucius straight in the eye. “I. Want. Watermelon!” He
snapped.
 
Lucius cleared his throat, standing up. “Yes, Darling, anything you want. I’ll
be back shortly.” He laid a kiss on Harry’s lips before standing and Apparating
away.
 
Harry smiled and leaned back in his chair.
 
Lucius was a wonderful mate. Harry knew he’d soon have his watermelon, out of
season or no.
***** Lily Flower *****
Harry winced as another pain lanced through his back. More Braxton-Hicks
contractions. He hissed in a breath as the pain shifted to between his legs,
and stiffened. Okay, that was new.
 
He got up with some difficulty and waddled his way to the sitting room
connected to the Master bedroom, where Lucius had moved his endless paperwork
to be closer to his heavily pregnant mate while he drew ever closer to the
birth. “Luc.” Harry said quietly.
 
Lucius hummed and finished writing something, then looked up to meet Harry’s
gaze. “Yes, Love?” He questioned.
 
“Is it normal for back contractions to circle around and end in pain between
the legs? Should I be worried?” Harry asked.
 
Lucius smiled widely. “No, Love, that means you’re in labour. The early stages,
yes, but labour nonetheless. Your birth canal is forming. Get back into bed and
have a house-elf strip everything but the sheets. There’s no reason to ruin the
comforter. I’ll call Pamela.” He said, setting his quill down. “I’ll join you
as soon as I can. In the meantime,” He grabbed a vial and filled it with his
blood. “Drink this once you get into bed. You won’t be allowed anything during
the labour, and remember what Her Majesty said in her last letter: it will help
with the pain.” He reminded his mate.
 
Harry nodded. “Thanks. I wouldn’t have thought to ask. Bit preoccupied.” He
explained, taking the vial and walking back into the bedroom. He called for
Kittle, the Head Elf.
 
Once the bed was stripped and Harry was back in it, licking the remnants of
blood from his upper lip, Lucius came back into the room. “Pamela is on her
way, and Ellie is going to lead her here. Ellie will be the Elf assigned to our
little Lily. She did a wonderful job with Draco, after all.”
 
Harry frowned. “We won’t have an Elf play babysitter with our daughter. There’s
no need.” He said firmly.
 
Lucius smiled indulgently. “Of course not, Love. But while you are in the
shower and I-“
 
“Are watching the baby.” Harry finished.
 
Lucius frowned. “I need to keep up with my business dealings, or our income
will stop coming in. I owe it to our children to keep up on that.” He said.
 
“And you can do that while I take care of Lily. When I need you to watch her,
you will make time, or there will be hell to pay.” Harry said cheerfully, just
as Pamela walked in.
 
“I see you’re already in bed, wonderful. How are things?” She asked, casting a
sanitation spell on her hands.
 
Harry smiled. “Good. I’m having pains, but Lucius says it’s just the birth
canal forming.” He said.
 
Pamela nodded. “Yes, it’s much like an Elven Birth at first; you grow the birth
canal and dilate at the same time. Then there’s a reprieve before the pushing
starts.” She moved the sheet and sighed. “You need to be wearing less.” She
told Harry in amusement.
 
“Oh! Right!” Harry vanished his trousers and boxers, blushing. He then
proceeded to open his shirt at Lucius’ pointed look. If he planned to
breastfeed, which he did, he needed to be ready.
 
Pamela chuckled and began checking his opening, making sure it was growing at
an acceptable rate. “Four fingers dilated, that’s almost halfway. Still some
time to go, so just relax and ride the pain, it shouldn’t be unbearable, just
irritating.” She advised. “It will get worse as you get further along.”
 
“Pamela, would you say it is a bad idea to have a house-elf watch our baby
whilst we are both busy?” Lucius asked conversationally.
 
Harry shot him a glare.
 
“You shouldn’t need to very often, you are a couple, which makes things easier
than it would be for a single parent, but I can see the sense in doing so, once
in a while. To ensure you both get a good night’s sleep when you’ve been run
ragged, or after a few months have passed to give yourselves an opportunity to
enjoy intimacy again. Not all the time, but by all means, if the house-elf
knows what they are doing, let them help out. It’s not unheard of, and no one
will think less of you for taking advantage of the resources at your disposal.”
She said lightly.
 
“Arsehole.” Harry muttered. “You should have left her out of the discussion.”
 
Lucius chuckled. “I know when I am right, Love. We are going to need time away
from the baby for our sanity, if nothing else. We cannot do everything all the
time for the baby. Lily will not be upset if we have help rearing her to
preserve our peace of mind. She will not even notice, because we will be there
most of the time. Once she is old enough to remember, the house-elf will be a
backup plan only.” He added. “Draco had no complaints.”
 
Harry frowned. “Draco was a spoiled little brat.” He pointed out.
 
Lucius pursed his lips. “Well, yes, but that was his mother’s doing, not mine.”
 
Harry shrugged. “Fine, we can have a house-elf help, but we will do the bulk of
the child-rearing.” He said firmly.
 
“I have no problems with that. How are you feeling?” Lucius asked, brushing
hair out of Harry’s eyes.
 
“In pain, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.” Harry answered.
 
Pamela checked him again. “Eight fingers. It’s almost time.” She told them
cheerfully.
 
Harry smiled thinly. “Goody.” He said, trying to stay upbeat.
 
Both Pamela and Lucius could tell he was worried about the labour.
 
“It will be over quickly, and you’ve had an easy pregnancy, there shouldn’t be
any complications.” Pamela assured him.
 
“I’m just worried about the pain, mostly.” Harry told her.
 
Pamela smiled. “You can have a pain potion when it’s all over, if you’re still
hurting. You shouldn’t, but there’s always a chance the pain will linger.”
 
“Think of finally holding our little Lily in your arms for the first time. It
will all be worth it. I promise.” Lucius said to Harry, a soft smile on his
face.
 
“Ten fingers!” Pamela announced happily from between Harry’s legs. “You’ll get
a reprieve now, usually about an hour, and then, when the normal contractions
get close enough together, you’ll start to push. Have the normal contractions
started, dear?” She asked curiously.
 
Harry frowned. “I don’t think s—Oh! Yes, I think I just had one! That wasn’t so
bad.”
 
Pamela laughed humourlessly. “Oh, it gets worse, trust me.” She assured Harry
in a dark tone.
 
Harry looked at her wryly. “Not encouraging in the least. You’re not getting a
tip!” He told her sternly.
 
Pamela laughed. “Your humour in the face of pain is refreshing, I have to say.”
She told him brightly.
 
“One of my best features.” Harry quipped.
 
“Mm, along with an absolutely scrumptious body, my Love.” Lucius agreed. “Your
arse, especially.” He whispered in Harry’s ear.
 
The brunet’s face flamed. “Lucius! She doesn’t need to know that! Kindly keep
those thoughts to yourself.” He hissed.
 
“I heard nothing. Lucius, join me in the other room for a little while. Harry
needs to try and rest, and I have a feeling he can only do that with both of us
out of the room.” Pamela told him.
 
Lucius followed her outside. “How long are we giving him?” He asked tensely.
“He is in labour.”
 
Pamela smiled. “I’m well aware of that. Twenty-five minutes should be long
enough for him to recharge, and we will not miss our cue if we re-enter then.
It will be fine.”
 
*****
 
Inside the room, Harry was dozing, the contractions not bothering him too much.
After growing up with Vernon and Dudley’s brand of abuse, he had a rather high
threshold for pain, and he was even better able to ignore it in light of what
the end result would be.
 
He drifted, and soon, he found himself in a vision.
 
Lucius was coaxing Lily to eat from a spoon that held a green mushy substance
that Harry couldn’t readily identify as anything other than baby food.
 
Lily accepted the spoon, but upon tasting the green mush, she screwed up her
face and it came right back out, dribbling down her chin.
 
Lucius sighed and scooped the mess back onto the spoon, trying a second time to
feed it to her. “Come on, Lily Flower. It’s just broccoli. You want to grow up
big and strong, don’t you? Open up.” He cajoled.
 
Lily gave him a look that clearly translated as “Are you kidding me? That’s not
peas, and I want nothing to do with it.”
 
Harry laughed. “I don’t think she likes broccoli, Luc. Go ahead and give her
the pears, so she’s at least eaten something. We can try the broccoli again
when she’s older.”
 
Lucius sighed and wiped the spoon clean with a cloth he had in his lap, then
opened a different small jar. “Daddy spoils you.” He muttered. “He doesn’t like
broccoli either, but I’m afraid it’s a necessary evil.” He said, feeding her
pears, which she accepted far more readily.
 
Harry came out of his daze as a sharp pain lanced through him and gritted his
teeth.
 
Pamela and Lucius came back in.
 
“How are we doing?” The Healer asked, placing a hand on Harry’s stomach to feel
the strength and frequency of contractions.
 
Harry blew out a breath. “They’re getting more painful.” He said.
 
Pamela nodded. “Well, that’s because you’re ready to start pushing. You got
there faster than I thought you would, but we came back in just in time. Next
contraction I want you to push. As hard as you can, alright?”
 
Harry nodded his understanding and Pamela took her position between his spread
knees.
 
“Good. Now, push.”
 
Harry pushed and relaxed by turns until Pamela popped up to excitedly declare,
“I can see her! Keep going, Harry, you’re doing great! Now, push!”
 
Harry put all his effort into his next push, and couldn’t hold back a sharp cry
as he forced the shoulders out, but when he heard the loud, unhappy wail of his
daughter, he seemed to gain a second wind. He watched Pamela cut the cord and
hand the baby off to Lucius.
 
“One more good push to deliver the afterbirth, then I can leave you with your
baby.” She said happily.
 
Harry finished his part of the ordeal on autopilot, staring at his daughter.
She was a red and scrunched-up looking thing, but Harry had never seen a more
beautiful person in his life.
 
“There, we’re done! I’ll come by tomorrow to check on you.” Pamela promised as
Harry took his daughter and immediately offered her a nipple.
 
“Thank you, Pamela. We’ll be ready.” Lucius said. “Kittle will show you out.”
 
Pamela smiled as she heard Harry’s sharp “Ow!” as she left the room. Harry had
discovered his daughter’s tiny, sharp fangs, from the sound of things.
***** The Offer *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Harry smiled down at the three babies playing on Lily’s seafoam green blanket.
Dante, who had Draco’s blond hair, though somehow it had ended up curly, and
Severus’ black eyes, though more often than not, they were lit up in laughter,
unlike his father’s.
 
Lily had gotten the trademark Malfoy blond hair, too, along with Harry’s green
eyes. Her hair had escaped the messy tufts, though, and looked like it was
going to have a slight wave to it. 
 
The third baby was Revyn and Nathan’s son, Zaren.  
 
Harry had expressed his very enthusiastic opinion of the name as soon as he
heard it, exclaiming that it was “so cute!” and asking how they had come up
with it. Nathan had explained that it was his great-grandfather’s name, and
that the man was a clan leader for a different Elf clan, one that resided
closer to Harry and Lucius, just off of the Manor’s land.
 
Zaren was adorable, in Harry’s opinion. He had magenta hair, which thrilled
Revyn, though he knew his son would likely hate the colour, and he had gold
eyes. Harry had asked if they had been expecting that colouring, and Revyn had
explained that for Elves and Fae, hair and eye colour could be any colour at
all, and so no, they’d had no idea what colouring their son would have. They
were happy with the result, though. They thought their baby was the cutest baby
ever.
 
“We should have Kilton and Tyrell visit soon, don’t you think?” Draco asked
Severus.
 
Severus sipped at his tea and hummed. “We could, there is space at the Manor
for them to stay a few days. You’d have to do what Harry did and get permission
from Dumbledore to go into the forest to meet with them.”
 
“Or I could borrow Archimedes from Father and write to them. He knows the way
to get into their realm, remember?” Draco reminded the man.
 
“Oh, yes. Or you could do that, I suppose.” He agreed.
 
Harry snorted. “I wrote Revyn before I went to visit. I can’t open the portal
by myself, remember?” He pointed out.
 
Revyn smiled. “I’m sure Matriona would be willing to teach you. She likes you.”
He told Harry.
 
Lucius was seated on Harry’s left, talking to Trystan and Arianna.
 
Trystan smiled. “I really am glad you found a mate. It’s a wonderful bond to
share. Love looks good on you.” He said when there was a lull in the
conversation.
 
Lucius returned his smile. “Likewise. Are you planning any children any time
soon?” He asked.
 
Arianna shook her head. “Not just yet. I’m busy with work. I’m working as a
Healer for the Elves, but there are many differences between Elves and Fae, so
the Fae training I got isn't really all that helpful. I’m still relearning a
lot of things. I’m also writing a book about the differences, that I will be
sending to the Royal Publishing House to help other Fae that train as Healers
and decide to live with Elves. It’s happened before, but no one seemed inclined
to write down their findings to make things easier for the next in line.”
 
Zaren rolled over and tried to get his arms and legs under himself, but only
succeeded in tucking his legs under his hips and pushing his bum into the air.
 
Harry and Revyn laughed at the sight.
 
“That’s just too cute! He doesn’t quite know how to crawl yet, but he clearly
wants to.” Harry said through his laughter.
 
“Your daughter will do the same eventually. He’s been able to get up on all
fours and rock so far, but every time he gets some forward motion going, he
collapses onto his belly again. He’s getting close. He just does this most
often.” Nathan said wryly.
 
Harry shrugged. “Hey, everybody's got to start somewhere.” He said lightly.
“He'll get it.”
 
Revyn was staring at Harry thoughtfully, obviously deep in contemplation of
something. He snapped out of his daze and spoke. “Harry, I have a proposition
for you.” He said softly, trying to keep his words semi-private.
 
“Go on.” Harry murmured, a mannerism he'd picked up from his mate.
 
Revyn nodded. “I was thinking, when is the last time you and Lucius had a full
night of sleep and a lazy morning to spend in bed together?” He asked.
 
Harry sighed wistfully. “Two and a half months. We haven’t had that since
before Lily came along. I wouldn’t change things for the world, but I do miss
it.” He said simply.
 
“I thought that might be the case. How about if Nathaniel and I took over
Lily’s care for a night and morning, until noon the next day, and you and
Lucius can have a night and the next morning to do whatever you want; Sleep in,
have breakfast in bed, make slow, lazy love to each other. Whatever you're in
the mood for. We'll do it if you'll take over watching Zaren that night and the
next morning in return. What do you think? Sound good?” He asked.
 
Harry relayed the offer to Lucius, who had been talking to Trystan, via the
bond, and received a resounding yes. He laughed and turned his attention back
to Revyn. “Lucius likes the idea; we’ll do it!”
 
Revyn smiled widely. “Awesome! Does tonight and tomorrow sound good for you?”
He checked.
 
Harry nodded. “Sounds wonderful.”
Chapter End Notes
     For those of you also reading Crusade, it's soon to be updated. I'm
     working on the last scene, and it's an important conversation, so I
     have to get it right. I'll try to have it out by Thanksgiving, which
     is Thursday, for my non-American friends. So be ready for that.
     Comments are love! Smut next chapter!
***** A Lazy Morning *****
Harry woke and rolled over to see his mate’s sleeping face. They’d both stayed
up the night before to make sure Revyn was able to take care of two babies on
his own. Their fears had been nullified when they realized that he had Nathan
watching their son, while Revyn took care of Lily. Harry had sent a house-elf
with two small bottles of breast milk (there was a handy spell that worked
better than a Muggle pump, and no need for cleaning afterward!) and Harry cast
the spell a second time, calling Kittle and handing him the two small bottles.
“Give these to Revyn, for Lily.” He said softly, then eyed his mate.
 
He smirked and rolled the man onto his back. Lucius snuffled a bit, not quite a
snore, but close, and Harry snickered softly. He grabbed his wand and cast a
spell on Lucius to relax and lube him, and the man shifted a bit, and Harry
held his breath until he stopped moving.
 
Still sleeping.
 
Wonderful.
 
Harry moved Lucius’ legs further apart and got between them. He hoped Lucius
wouldn’t mind, he’d been good, surely the man wouldn’t begrudge him this?
 
He positioned himself and slid in.
 
Lucius hummed and his eyelids fluttered, then sleepy eyes opened. “Harry?” He
realized that he was full, and glanced down, then met his husband’s eyes in
amusement. “You couldn’t wait until I was awake? And able to consent?” He
added, rolling his hips to prove he wasn’t angry.
 
Harry bit his lip. “It’s better to beg forgiveness than ask permission.” He
quipped. “I had to, it’s been so long!” He added.
 
Lucius chuckled. “I’m not angry, just surprised. Now that you’re in me, though,
make it count.” He ordered, clamping down his inner muscles on Harry’s cock,
making the teen yelp and his hips jerk forward involuntarily.
 
In retaliation, Harry leaned forward and fastened his mouth over Lucius'
claiming mark, sucking and biting at it, making the man shiver and gasp out
profanities as he lost total control over his body's reactions.
 
“Harry, no!” He moaned, trying—unsuccessfully—to squirm away.
 
Harry just chuckled around his mouthful and bit down one more time before
pulling his mouth away. “Now will you let me do this without trying to end it
early?” He asked.
 
“In my defence, I wasn’t trying to, but yes, I’ll let you have the lead this
time.” Lucius agreed.
 
Harry smiled widely. “Good. Then let's begin.” He added, grabbing hold of
Lucius’ hips and beginning to thrust.
 
Lucius moved with him, shifting as well as he was able to while in Harry's
grasp, and let out soft, appreciative noises when Harry managed to move in a
way he liked.
 
Harry, on the other hand, was focusing all of his attention on finding Lucius'
sweet spot. He knew the blond enjoyed their encounters even when he didn't
manage to find it, but he wanted his husband to lose his composure, and there
was only one way to bring that about.
 
He shifted a bit, thrust again, and Lucius arched back and shouted out, hands
flying up to clutch at the pillow his head was on.
 
Success.
 
“Right there, Harry! Don’t stop!” Lucius choked out, confirming Harry's
assumption.
 
Harry focused on making sure he hit the same spot with every thrust, and
watched Lucius' face as it slowly but surely turned pink, as the man panted and
moaned beneath him.
 
Once Lucius' face had turned a nice, vibrant shade of pink, Harry was satisfied
that his husband was too far gone to notice if he happened to miss the prostate
more often than not and sped up, grabbing Lucius' cock and heading for the big
finish.
 
Lucius’ breath hitched, then stopped completely—he had a habit of holding his
breath just before coming when he bottomed—and let out the breath in a shout as
he came, setting Harry off with him.
 
“Mm.” was the man's verdict when Harry had collapsed atop him. “That was a
wonderful way to start the day. Thank you, love.” Lucius said, rubbing gentle
circles over the base of Harry's wings, which were draped heavily over them
both.
 
Harry shifted, just enough to kiss Lucius, and then rolled off of him and to
the side. “So, what time is it?” He asked.
 
Lucius pulled out his wand and cast ‘tempus' and the numbers 10:34 showed in
the air for a few moments. Lucius smirked. “Early enough for breakfast in bed.
What would you like?”
 
“Something that we can feed to each other.” Harry said happily. “No grapes.” He
added, remembering that he was currently on the potion.
 
Lucius chuckled. “I think that can be arranged.”
***** Unexpected Visitors *****
“Lily Flower, come to Daddy!” Harry encouraged, holding his arms out to his
daughter.
 
She turned toward him and let go of the table. “Da!” She squealed, taking a few
steps toward him, teetering slightly.
 
Lucius walked into the room, and smiled, seeing his daughter wobbling as she
stumble-walked toward Harry, making it nearly to him before falling back onto
her bum.
 
“Da! Da!” Lily babbled, crawling the rest of the way to Harry.
 
Harry laughed and picked her up, holding her high above his head. “Yes, Dada!
And look, there's Father, too!”
 
Lily noticed Lucius as Harry pointed him out, and reached out toward him. “Fa!
Fa, fa!”
 
Lucius smiled tenderly, sitting next to Harry. “She can only manage one
syllable, but for now, it’s enough. Weknow what she means, and that’s really
all that matters.”
 
Harry hummed his agreement, bringing Lily in close to his chest. She began
rooting around, and Harry opened his shirt and brought her mouth to a nipple.
She proceeded to ignore the nipple, and instead sunk her sharp little fangs in
a few inches further down, breaking the skin and beginning to drink. “Ow, you
little vampire!” Harry muttered.
 
Lucius laughed. “Now you know how I feel.” He told his mate. “She’s bitten me,
too, but that’s usually fingers, as I am smart enough to keep my chest out of
range of her fangs.”
 
Harry shot him a disgruntled look. “Oh, ha, ha. Circumstances are a bit
different for us, I can never be sure if she wants blood or milk. And she
usually wants a bit of both.” He added, as Lily removed her fangs and rooted
around again until she found the nipple and began nursing normally. “See?”
Harry asked.
 
“Well, she’s a growing girl. Isn’t our little beauty?” Lucius asked her,
stroking her cheek and watching heavy-lidded dark blue eyes closing and
opening, staying closed longer each time as Lily valiantly fought sleep. “It’s
only natural that she’d want to consume as much of you as you’ll let her.” His
eyes darkened and honed in on Harry’s lips. “After all, she takes so much after
me. And I always want to consume you. How about when she falls asleep we have
Ellie watch her and we can sneak away for a quick tumble in bed? Possibly a
bath or shower after?” He suggested hopefully.
 
Harry was about to answer, letting Lucius follow the suggestion with a kiss,
when a voice called out from the receiving room.
 
“Yoo-hoo! Where’s my favourite niece?”
 
Harry groaned, breaking the kiss and leaning his forehead against Lucius’ in
regret.
 
“Which one is that?” Lucius asked as they heard footsteps approaching from down
the hall.
 
“Ginny.” Harry told him.
 
Lucius sighed sadly. “So one that doesn’t get to take Lily out alone. Lovely.”
He muttered.
 
“I’m afraid so.” Harry said, looking down at Lily. “At least, not yet.”
 
They had a rule that Aunts and Uncles could take Lily out of the Manor
unsupervised for up to four hours, provided they had enough experience with
children, meaning they had to have at least one child of their own and two
months of parenthood under their belt. Ginny had neither yet. She visited
often, though, and knew that once Lily was a few years old, she’d be allowed to
take her for a bit, child of her own or no.
 
Ginny peeked into the room and smiled. “Oh, aren’t you three the very picture
of domesticity?” She cooed, pulling out a small, muggle disposable camera and
snapping a quick photo.
 
Her father had learned to develop Muggle film in his shed and had added on
another room in which to do so. So Harry was used to getting random photos
taken now. He had a feeling Ginny and Hermione were putting together a photo
album or scrapbook for either him or Lily.
 
“Is she asleep?” Ginny asked in a whisper, kneeling down next to Harry.
 
“Almost.” Harry answered. “Want to hold her? She’s mostly stopped sucking.” He
said, breaking the suction on his nipple and transferring the sleepy baby to
Ginny’s arms.
 
Ginny looked down, enraptured. “Oh, I want one so bad!” She breathed, then
sobered. “But Neville’s busy with starting the nursery and building a client
base, and I’m almost first string with the Harpies. We’re just not ready for a
baby yet. Much as it pains me to admit.” She finished.
 
“Give it a few more years, and I’m sure we’ll be willing to let you borrow
ours.” Lucius told her. “I’m going to go get some more paperwork done.” He
said, getting up and leaving for his study.
 
Ginny watched him go with a frown. “Did I do something wrong? Why does Luscious
always leave when I come over?” She asked in an undertone after he’d walked
away.
 
Harry snorted. “Could be because you call him that.” He pointed out. “Of
course, I’ve never told him that. He’s just not used to being around
Gryffindors. It physically pains him, at times, I think.” He said jokingly.
 
Ginny shrugged. “Whatever. It gets me more time with our Lily. She’s a
beautiful baby, Harry. Truly.”
 
“Thanks. We all think so.” He agreed.
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