HP: Alliances 11
The fire was nice and bright and Harry sat in front of it waiting. He was worried about Draco. No one save for Neville had interrupted his vigil so far. When The Daily Prophet had learned he was a mage they had run their usual slander campaign of, "Potter's a Dangerous Head Case: Ask Us How!" Since then most people avoided him when possible. The paper had said that, yes, he would kill Voldemort, that he was on their side, but that he was also as mad as a hatter and liable to kill anything that moved. While he hated the newspaper he was, at that moment, almost grateful. His peers were keeping their distance and Harry was happy with the peace.
Neville had sat with him for a time. They had talked about the strange Herbology class they'd taken that morning with the Slytherins. They're had been five people to each potting table. Harry and Neville had ended up with Dean, Blaise, and Draco. And they'd actually enjoyed themselves. The man-eating plant they'd been attempting to trim had kept attacking Blaise. The Slytherin swore the plant was a racist but Dean had pointed out that he'd remained unscathed. Draco had said the plant was just drawn to Blaise as his mother was a man-eater and the plant thought of him as kin. Blaise just smirked and called the plant "little brother" for the rest of the period.
But the whole morning had been strange. Upon waking up he had heard Draco being sick in the bathroom. The blond had said it was just the potion but had gone to Madame Pomfrey to get a nausea potion before breakfast. At the meal Draco had eaten everything in sight and was openly friendly with Harry. He even shoveled sausages and fried tomatoes onto Harry's plate saying, "Eat, Potter, you'll starve to death." The blond was mostly quiet and seemed slightly distracted but very excited.
After lunch the seventh year Gryffindors and Slytherins had free time. At one Draco had gone to Snape and pulled Harry along. They had discussed the plan for the afternoon and Snape had taken Draco's wand saying it was best for Draco to never have it on his person. He had seemed subdued, told Draco they needed to leave promptly, and was strangely polite to Harry. With calm hands he had pushed his godson into a chair and handed him a snifter of fire whisky saying, "It will do no harm." He turned back to the guest in the room and said briskly, "Right, Potter, I'll show you out." He led Harry to the door with a grim expression. "He'll be fine," he had said softly.
"You're worried?" asked Harry, mindful to keep his voice low so Draco wouldn't hear.
"No," Snape had sneered, "just concerned. Good day, Potter. You'll have him back soon."
Stopping the door from closing by jamming his foot in, Harry had asked "Why are you grey if you're not scared?"
He had sounded so nervous but so grown up that Severus had nearly pitied the boy, "I'm simply concerned that this might not be the best course of action under the circumstances."
"Circumstances?" Harry had asked, not understanding what the man meant.
While his eyebrows had lifted Snape had said nothing but, "Goodbye, Potter. Go to your common room."
Ignoring the professor's orders Harry had pushed past the man and back into the room. He had dropped to his knees in front of Draco and said, "See you soon. Love you."
With a small smile Draco had reached out to touch the mage's face. He had glanced towards his godfather and then said, "Love you too, babe," and leaned forward to kiss Harry softly.
Waiting now in the common room the thought of the kiss made him smile. Draco had never kissed him in front of anyone but Blaise and to do so in front of his godfather was down right shocking. And he had never called Harry babe. The whole scene had been orchestrated on Draco's part to piss the man off. Harry restlessly threw a handful of Fire Films powder into the flames; hoped it would hold his attention. Dean came over to him a short time later and leaned over Harry's chair.
"Sorry to interrupt your movie," said Dean.
"I'm not really watching. What's up?"
"This is ridiculous, I feel awkward for asking. . . but, I heard the Head Boy's toilet is awesome. I was wondering-"
Harry interrupted to put his friend out of the pain of having to ask. "Knock yourself out." He handed Dean the room key. "I might need to get into my room, so if you'd leave the hall door unlocked I'd be grateful. Bring towels, we're out of clean ones... The person you're showering with-"
"Hey! You're assuming I'm slutting about? Maybe I'm just taking a shower."
"You're not. You don't ask for the keys to the Head Boy's bath without having a damn good reason. I'm not a prude." Dean snorted. "I just wanted to ask if the person is liable to break stuff to spite Draco."
"It's Neville, Harry."
"Oh. Well he's not liable then." Harry smiled and turned back to the fire where a woman was hitting her cheating, lying, beautiful lover.
"I know you aren't a prude," Dean said apologetic over his outburst. "I think it's rather commendable that you're waiting."
"I'm not-"
"You don't have to explain it to me," shaking the keys Dean smiled, "thanks for this."
"No problem." It was only as Harry watched the boy's retreating back that he remembered the state of the room.
The windows were open so it wouldn't reek of sex but their clothes had been shed in an obvious path from the toilet to the bed. It was also obvious that only one bed had been slept in while the other had been set on fire. There was no way for him to clean the room before Dean and Neville saw it. With a sigh he turned back to his movie. Suddenly the flames went green and Draco stepped gracefully out before stumbling and falling to his knees in front of Harry.
Looking up he seemed deeply anxious as he said, "I just killed my father. The Ministry sent me this before I left the manor." He thrust a letter into Harry's hand.
'Dear Mister Malfoy,
The Ministry was upset to hear about your unfortunate incident. Accidental castings, such as yours, are regrettable and immutable. Yet they are forgivable events no matter the consequences. My personal condolences on your father's death.
David Aragus
Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes'
"They're saying it's an accident! I accidentally threw Avada Kedavra?" Draco laughed, "I killed him and they just said thanks!"
With a nod Harry said, "Come upstairs." He practically carried his lover away from the prying eyes and ears of the common room. He silently thanked Dean for remembering not to lock the hall door. Pulling Draco close, Harry sat on the bed closest to the door and asked, "Severus pulled through?"
The anxiety he'd worn downstairs melted away and Draco was left completely calm, too calm for Harry's tastes. "I told Father that I hated you, that I was disgusted with everything. I told him that I'd recovered my memories and sensibilities. All thrilled, he thought he could bring me back to the fold. He told me he would 'fix' my mind. He was going to place me under Imperio and I acted so pleased. When he hugged me Severus cast the curse on his turned back. Body heat fades extremely quickly after a body is spelled to death and I was holding him. I used to love him so much. Severus has gone to tell Mum." Draco pulled away and stood up quickly. Shucking his clothes off he said, "Har, undress. There's something I need to tell you and I'd rather be in bed."
"Neville and Dean are in our shower."
"Fine, strip down to your pants. Everyone's going to know soon enough and they're your friends. Please, Har, I need this."
"Okay," Harry nodded as he slipped out of his robes and trousers. It had never been his idea to keep their relationship a secret. "Are you alright?"
"I'm perfect," Draco slid into bed and smiled warmly. "Come 'ere."
Climbing in Harry asked, "You're sure you're okay? You're allowed to not be okay."
"Honestly? I orchestrated his death and I am totally fine. I almost feel guilty for not feeling guilty. And I waited for the pain to hit me while I was holding his corpse but I feel nothing but relief." He rested against Harry's side and said, "Thanks for this."
"Of course," Harry said puling him closer.
With a small sigh Draco whispered, "I have some news."
"Yeah?"
"Severus already knows, I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you first. Madame Pomfrey made me tell him even though I'm seventeen and not underage. She said I might be an adult but I'm also a school boy and he's my godfather. I was so angry, I wanted to tell you first and I couldn't tell you before I went home."
"Tell me what?" asked Harry swallowing nervously.
"You said last night would be perfect. It was. Even the aftermath is perfect. In three months time I'll have your child. . . say something, Harry."
Harry was slow and unsure as he said, "Whoa. Wow. How?"
"Well," Draco said slowly. "You're a mage. And last night, as you're a pervert, I had two sets of come up my arse. And love, magic, and come all mixed together. Are you upset?"
"No Never. Shocked, excited, scared witless but not upset. You're giving me a family. Co, it's perfect."
Still speaking in hushed tones he said, "You're seventeen. Are you ready?"
Shaking his head Harry said, "No, but I'm not sure I'll ever think I'm ready. You'll be with me. It'll all be fine. Three months?"
"Male pregnancies are dangerous so the magic of it speeds it all up to get the father and the baby past any sticky spots quickly."
"My God. I don't know what to say. I love you."
"I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you in a really special way but Severus knows, Madame Pomfrey knows. She said that she was legally bound to tell the Ministry as it's a mystical pregnancy. So it'll be on the cover of the evening edition of the Prophet."
"Co, you couldn't make it any more special than it is. Anything, a romantic dinner, a moon lit walk: it would have been setting a diamond in plastic. I'm gonna have a family you can't top that."
"You promised we'd be together forever. I guess the Powers are safeguarding that promise."
The tone was frightening, as though Draco believed the baby was their only link. Touching the blond's face Harry whispered, "We're eternal with or without a baby. We fought for way too long and way too hard against them, and everyone, and us to lose each other now. You're stuck with me forever, no matter what."
Smiling Draco said, "Stuck sounds good." They kissed almost sleepily.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For being my lover. For wanting me. For being my best friend. For giving me everything I ever wanted."
Unable to reply to the comment he hadn't been prepared for Draco laughed, "I love you too." Kissing every reachable spot on his lover's body he rubbed against him gently. "You're going to be an amazing father."
"So are you," Harry promised while pulling his fingers through slightly dirty hair and almost laughing before sealing their mouths together.
Who would believe that meticulous Draco Malfoy could get dirty? The shower they'd taken before the feast seemed years away. With others Draco put up glamours, temporary cleaning spells. He always looked put together even on the battle fields he had seemed so clean. It was only afterwards, falling into bed and out of the thaumaturgic thrall, that dirty nails and sweaty thighs would reveal themselves and he would say, "I have to bathe," and then curl into Harry's side.
Hair lacking shine and that fell in slightly matted, lank strands surrounded his face and Harry wanted to kiss the mouth forever. Skin slightly grey with sweat and grim rubbed against his own and Harry knew he was the luckiest man on dry earth. "Make love to me?" he begged.
"Forever," promised Draco as he nipped at Harry's shoulder.
The toilet door swung open and Dean said cheerfully, "Thanks for lending us the shower." He had a hand on Neville's be-toweled hip. "Oh," he said catching sight of them, "so, so sorry."
"Don't worry," Draco smiled, "Was the shower hot enough for you?"
Neville blushed and the mirror shouted, "Hells yes!"
"Guys, cut it out," Harry laughed. "Can we tell them?"
With a glance at the pair Draco replied, "Go on then." Turning to Dean and Neville he warned, "Don't mention it to anyone, Blaise needs to think he was told first."
The boys nodded silently and Harry burst, "Draco's up the spout! Come December we'll have a kid!"
"Up the spout? Merlin, you're a romantic, Har." Draco forgot about the audience and kissed the mage slowly.
"So the coma pulled you together?" Dean seemed dazed.
"No," Neville said softly, "they've been together for ages."
"You knew?" Harry laughed happily. His life rocked at times.
"Invisibility cloaks don't hide sound and green houses echo."
"Told you Green House Four wasn't the ideal location for a nooner," Draco was smiling like the cat who caught the canary, drank the cream, bit the dog, and got away with all of it.
With a shrug Harry said, "You weren't wearing a shirt."
"I was digging in a hot house. It wasn't seduction."
Rolling his eyes at Draco's denseness Harry said, "You smelled good," as though that explained it all. He took any harshness out of his tone by raining kisses over his lover's shoulders, "Like now," he whispered.
"How long?" asked Dean still shocked.
"Two years," Harry said. They'd been together a year and a half but Draco had loved him for two years. "Neville? I think Dean might faint; he's not breathing right."
Neville nodded with a sympathetic smile directed towards Dean and led him out. At the door he said, "Congratulations on the baby."
"Thank you," Draco smiled gently. As the door was shutting he said, "We'd better tell Blaise before the paper comes out, we'll dash off a letter. Then we can sleep through the first rotation of the rumor mill."
"But I want to get laid now," whinged Harry who could hear Neville's laugh just before the door finally clicked shut.
"My nails are filthy," Draco commented.
"Don't you dare get out clippers; I won't get any for an hour if you start on your nails."
In a few sexy movements Draco was standing at the desk, writing. He spoke aloud as he scribbled the note so that Harry would know what was being said, "Dear Blaise, Harry's gotten me in trouble. The baby's due on December second. Har's going to have to make me an honest man now. Respond at your own leisure; we're going to bed. With affection, Draco and the fetus." He singed the letter with a flourish and tapped the parchment twice. They'd set up the direct contact system years ago, Blaise would get the note in only moments.
"In Trouble? Fetus?" Harry repeated incredulously.
"He'll laugh."
"I hate to put off sex, but have you told your mother? She shouldn’t have to read about it in the paper."
"She doesn't read that rag and Severus is telling her. I'm going to see her this weekend. Would you like to come?"
With a laugh Harry shook his head, "She doesn't like me and I knocked up her son."
"Are you kidding?" Draco laughed, "You're the reason she's lived long enough to see a grandchild. You're the reason her son's not a Death Eater."
"But I always thought-"
"Are you coming? Snape's getting sick of Mum's constant praise of you. I think she'd be grateful if you did."
"Okay, I'll come."
As he shimmied out of pale green pants he slid back into bed. Practically purring Draco said, "Give me a half hour and I'll have us both coming."
Neville had sat with him for a time. They had talked about the strange Herbology class they'd taken that morning with the Slytherins. They're had been five people to each potting table. Harry and Neville had ended up with Dean, Blaise, and Draco. And they'd actually enjoyed themselves. The man-eating plant they'd been attempting to trim had kept attacking Blaise. The Slytherin swore the plant was a racist but Dean had pointed out that he'd remained unscathed. Draco had said the plant was just drawn to Blaise as his mother was a man-eater and the plant thought of him as kin. Blaise just smirked and called the plant "little brother" for the rest of the period.
But the whole morning had been strange. Upon waking up he had heard Draco being sick in the bathroom. The blond had said it was just the potion but had gone to Madame Pomfrey to get a nausea potion before breakfast. At the meal Draco had eaten everything in sight and was openly friendly with Harry. He even shoveled sausages and fried tomatoes onto Harry's plate saying, "Eat, Potter, you'll starve to death." The blond was mostly quiet and seemed slightly distracted but very excited.
After lunch the seventh year Gryffindors and Slytherins had free time. At one Draco had gone to Snape and pulled Harry along. They had discussed the plan for the afternoon and Snape had taken Draco's wand saying it was best for Draco to never have it on his person. He had seemed subdued, told Draco they needed to leave promptly, and was strangely polite to Harry. With calm hands he had pushed his godson into a chair and handed him a snifter of fire whisky saying, "It will do no harm." He turned back to the guest in the room and said briskly, "Right, Potter, I'll show you out." He led Harry to the door with a grim expression. "He'll be fine," he had said softly.
"You're worried?" asked Harry, mindful to keep his voice low so Draco wouldn't hear.
"No," Snape had sneered, "just concerned. Good day, Potter. You'll have him back soon."
Stopping the door from closing by jamming his foot in, Harry had asked "Why are you grey if you're not scared?"
He had sounded so nervous but so grown up that Severus had nearly pitied the boy, "I'm simply concerned that this might not be the best course of action under the circumstances."
"Circumstances?" Harry had asked, not understanding what the man meant.
While his eyebrows had lifted Snape had said nothing but, "Goodbye, Potter. Go to your common room."
Ignoring the professor's orders Harry had pushed past the man and back into the room. He had dropped to his knees in front of Draco and said, "See you soon. Love you."
With a small smile Draco had reached out to touch the mage's face. He had glanced towards his godfather and then said, "Love you too, babe," and leaned forward to kiss Harry softly.
Waiting now in the common room the thought of the kiss made him smile. Draco had never kissed him in front of anyone but Blaise and to do so in front of his godfather was down right shocking. And he had never called Harry babe. The whole scene had been orchestrated on Draco's part to piss the man off. Harry restlessly threw a handful of Fire Films powder into the flames; hoped it would hold his attention. Dean came over to him a short time later and leaned over Harry's chair.
"Sorry to interrupt your movie," said Dean.
"I'm not really watching. What's up?"
"This is ridiculous, I feel awkward for asking. . . but, I heard the Head Boy's toilet is awesome. I was wondering-"
Harry interrupted to put his friend out of the pain of having to ask. "Knock yourself out." He handed Dean the room key. "I might need to get into my room, so if you'd leave the hall door unlocked I'd be grateful. Bring towels, we're out of clean ones... The person you're showering with-"
"Hey! You're assuming I'm slutting about? Maybe I'm just taking a shower."
"You're not. You don't ask for the keys to the Head Boy's bath without having a damn good reason. I'm not a prude." Dean snorted. "I just wanted to ask if the person is liable to break stuff to spite Draco."
"It's Neville, Harry."
"Oh. Well he's not liable then." Harry smiled and turned back to the fire where a woman was hitting her cheating, lying, beautiful lover.
"I know you aren't a prude," Dean said apologetic over his outburst. "I think it's rather commendable that you're waiting."
"I'm not-"
"You don't have to explain it to me," shaking the keys Dean smiled, "thanks for this."
"No problem." It was only as Harry watched the boy's retreating back that he remembered the state of the room.
The windows were open so it wouldn't reek of sex but their clothes had been shed in an obvious path from the toilet to the bed. It was also obvious that only one bed had been slept in while the other had been set on fire. There was no way for him to clean the room before Dean and Neville saw it. With a sigh he turned back to his movie. Suddenly the flames went green and Draco stepped gracefully out before stumbling and falling to his knees in front of Harry.
Looking up he seemed deeply anxious as he said, "I just killed my father. The Ministry sent me this before I left the manor." He thrust a letter into Harry's hand.
'Dear Mister Malfoy,
The Ministry was upset to hear about your unfortunate incident. Accidental castings, such as yours, are regrettable and immutable. Yet they are forgivable events no matter the consequences. My personal condolences on your father's death.
David Aragus
Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes'
"They're saying it's an accident! I accidentally threw Avada Kedavra?" Draco laughed, "I killed him and they just said thanks!"
With a nod Harry said, "Come upstairs." He practically carried his lover away from the prying eyes and ears of the common room. He silently thanked Dean for remembering not to lock the hall door. Pulling Draco close, Harry sat on the bed closest to the door and asked, "Severus pulled through?"
The anxiety he'd worn downstairs melted away and Draco was left completely calm, too calm for Harry's tastes. "I told Father that I hated you, that I was disgusted with everything. I told him that I'd recovered my memories and sensibilities. All thrilled, he thought he could bring me back to the fold. He told me he would 'fix' my mind. He was going to place me under Imperio and I acted so pleased. When he hugged me Severus cast the curse on his turned back. Body heat fades extremely quickly after a body is spelled to death and I was holding him. I used to love him so much. Severus has gone to tell Mum." Draco pulled away and stood up quickly. Shucking his clothes off he said, "Har, undress. There's something I need to tell you and I'd rather be in bed."
"Neville and Dean are in our shower."
"Fine, strip down to your pants. Everyone's going to know soon enough and they're your friends. Please, Har, I need this."
"Okay," Harry nodded as he slipped out of his robes and trousers. It had never been his idea to keep their relationship a secret. "Are you alright?"
"I'm perfect," Draco slid into bed and smiled warmly. "Come 'ere."
Climbing in Harry asked, "You're sure you're okay? You're allowed to not be okay."
"Honestly? I orchestrated his death and I am totally fine. I almost feel guilty for not feeling guilty. And I waited for the pain to hit me while I was holding his corpse but I feel nothing but relief." He rested against Harry's side and said, "Thanks for this."
"Of course," Harry said puling him closer.
With a small sigh Draco whispered, "I have some news."
"Yeah?"
"Severus already knows, I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you first. Madame Pomfrey made me tell him even though I'm seventeen and not underage. She said I might be an adult but I'm also a school boy and he's my godfather. I was so angry, I wanted to tell you first and I couldn't tell you before I went home."
"Tell me what?" asked Harry swallowing nervously.
"You said last night would be perfect. It was. Even the aftermath is perfect. In three months time I'll have your child. . . say something, Harry."
Harry was slow and unsure as he said, "Whoa. Wow. How?"
"Well," Draco said slowly. "You're a mage. And last night, as you're a pervert, I had two sets of come up my arse. And love, magic, and come all mixed together. Are you upset?"
"No Never. Shocked, excited, scared witless but not upset. You're giving me a family. Co, it's perfect."
Still speaking in hushed tones he said, "You're seventeen. Are you ready?"
Shaking his head Harry said, "No, but I'm not sure I'll ever think I'm ready. You'll be with me. It'll all be fine. Three months?"
"Male pregnancies are dangerous so the magic of it speeds it all up to get the father and the baby past any sticky spots quickly."
"My God. I don't know what to say. I love you."
"I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you in a really special way but Severus knows, Madame Pomfrey knows. She said that she was legally bound to tell the Ministry as it's a mystical pregnancy. So it'll be on the cover of the evening edition of the Prophet."
"Co, you couldn't make it any more special than it is. Anything, a romantic dinner, a moon lit walk: it would have been setting a diamond in plastic. I'm gonna have a family you can't top that."
"You promised we'd be together forever. I guess the Powers are safeguarding that promise."
The tone was frightening, as though Draco believed the baby was their only link. Touching the blond's face Harry whispered, "We're eternal with or without a baby. We fought for way too long and way too hard against them, and everyone, and us to lose each other now. You're stuck with me forever, no matter what."
Smiling Draco said, "Stuck sounds good." They kissed almost sleepily.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For being my lover. For wanting me. For being my best friend. For giving me everything I ever wanted."
Unable to reply to the comment he hadn't been prepared for Draco laughed, "I love you too." Kissing every reachable spot on his lover's body he rubbed against him gently. "You're going to be an amazing father."
"So are you," Harry promised while pulling his fingers through slightly dirty hair and almost laughing before sealing their mouths together.
Who would believe that meticulous Draco Malfoy could get dirty? The shower they'd taken before the feast seemed years away. With others Draco put up glamours, temporary cleaning spells. He always looked put together even on the battle fields he had seemed so clean. It was only afterwards, falling into bed and out of the thaumaturgic thrall, that dirty nails and sweaty thighs would reveal themselves and he would say, "I have to bathe," and then curl into Harry's side.
Hair lacking shine and that fell in slightly matted, lank strands surrounded his face and Harry wanted to kiss the mouth forever. Skin slightly grey with sweat and grim rubbed against his own and Harry knew he was the luckiest man on dry earth. "Make love to me?" he begged.
"Forever," promised Draco as he nipped at Harry's shoulder.
The toilet door swung open and Dean said cheerfully, "Thanks for lending us the shower." He had a hand on Neville's be-toweled hip. "Oh," he said catching sight of them, "so, so sorry."
"Don't worry," Draco smiled, "Was the shower hot enough for you?"
Neville blushed and the mirror shouted, "Hells yes!"
"Guys, cut it out," Harry laughed. "Can we tell them?"
With a glance at the pair Draco replied, "Go on then." Turning to Dean and Neville he warned, "Don't mention it to anyone, Blaise needs to think he was told first."
The boys nodded silently and Harry burst, "Draco's up the spout! Come December we'll have a kid!"
"Up the spout? Merlin, you're a romantic, Har." Draco forgot about the audience and kissed the mage slowly.
"So the coma pulled you together?" Dean seemed dazed.
"No," Neville said softly, "they've been together for ages."
"You knew?" Harry laughed happily. His life rocked at times.
"Invisibility cloaks don't hide sound and green houses echo."
"Told you Green House Four wasn't the ideal location for a nooner," Draco was smiling like the cat who caught the canary, drank the cream, bit the dog, and got away with all of it.
With a shrug Harry said, "You weren't wearing a shirt."
"I was digging in a hot house. It wasn't seduction."
Rolling his eyes at Draco's denseness Harry said, "You smelled good," as though that explained it all. He took any harshness out of his tone by raining kisses over his lover's shoulders, "Like now," he whispered.
"How long?" asked Dean still shocked.
"Two years," Harry said. They'd been together a year and a half but Draco had loved him for two years. "Neville? I think Dean might faint; he's not breathing right."
Neville nodded with a sympathetic smile directed towards Dean and led him out. At the door he said, "Congratulations on the baby."
"Thank you," Draco smiled gently. As the door was shutting he said, "We'd better tell Blaise before the paper comes out, we'll dash off a letter. Then we can sleep through the first rotation of the rumor mill."
"But I want to get laid now," whinged Harry who could hear Neville's laugh just before the door finally clicked shut.
"My nails are filthy," Draco commented.
"Don't you dare get out clippers; I won't get any for an hour if you start on your nails."
In a few sexy movements Draco was standing at the desk, writing. He spoke aloud as he scribbled the note so that Harry would know what was being said, "Dear Blaise, Harry's gotten me in trouble. The baby's due on December second. Har's going to have to make me an honest man now. Respond at your own leisure; we're going to bed. With affection, Draco and the fetus." He singed the letter with a flourish and tapped the parchment twice. They'd set up the direct contact system years ago, Blaise would get the note in only moments.
"In Trouble? Fetus?" Harry repeated incredulously.
"He'll laugh."
"I hate to put off sex, but have you told your mother? She shouldn’t have to read about it in the paper."
"She doesn't read that rag and Severus is telling her. I'm going to see her this weekend. Would you like to come?"
With a laugh Harry shook his head, "She doesn't like me and I knocked up her son."
"Are you kidding?" Draco laughed, "You're the reason she's lived long enough to see a grandchild. You're the reason her son's not a Death Eater."
"But I always thought-"
"Are you coming? Snape's getting sick of Mum's constant praise of you. I think she'd be grateful if you did."
"Okay, I'll come."
As he shimmied out of pale green pants he slid back into bed. Practically purring Draco said, "Give me a half hour and I'll have us both coming."