Conception of Dreams (Chapter Ten)

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Chapter Ten

Harry looked at himself in the mirror and resisted the urge to close his eyes and groan. He looked…well….he looked like only a Malfoy would look in their fancy clothes. It was hard to believe how quickly a month and a half had gone.

Christmas had been a wonderful affair, with Harry spending Christmas Eve and Christmas Day at the Malfoy Manor. Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy had been polite and had even bought Harry presents along with Draco’s own. Harry had admitted to Draco in shame that he hadn’t been the one to buy the book that Harry gave him, a book that Draco clearly loved, but Draco waved him off. He surprised Harry by telling him that they’d be spending plenty more Christmases together and not to worry about it.

“You look wonderful, darling.” Mrs. Malfoy tugged at the robe, swiped her hand over it and smiled into the mirror at Harry.

“I look like a Pureblood, Mrs. Malfoy,” he grumbled.

Mrs. Malfoy laughed. “That would be the point, Harry. You are to become a Malfoy, after all. And how many times must I tell you? It’s Narcissa. You are carrying my grandchildren, after all.”

Harry nodded. In the last month and half, things had been shaping up once more.

After Pomfrey practically force-fed Malfoy replenishing potions before Christmas, they were sent back to their rooms. It had been straight back to normal, with Malfoy being his reserved self and Harry being Harry. There was only one difference, however. That night when Harry looked at his baby bump in the mirror like he had done every night before someone tried to hex him; Malfoy had walked over to him and dropped to his knees. Even the sight of Malfoy being there surprised Harry, but when the blond pressed a kiss to his bare stomach it had left Harry speechless. Of course, he was on his feet again and walking away before Harry could find words.

This morning had been quiet though. Malfoy didn’t say anything to him and it was times like that that made Harry wonder if they were making progress or not. Malfoy reacted to his children just fine, but communicating with Harry was a whole new topic. He had even discussed it with Narcissa when Malfoy brought him to the Manor. She had laughed and said that he was only trying to process his own emotions.

“Thinking again?”

Harry sighed and met Narcissa’s eyes in the mirror. “Do you think he’ll know it’s me?” The mask he wore was much different from anything he had seen before. It was an emerald green and only covered half of his face. It wasn’t donned in feathers like Narcissa’s was, but curved lines of silver snakes curled around the shape of the mask until it reached the snakes’ head, which was drawn near his eyes and pointing outward. It looked very Slytherin, but he wasn’t going to protest. She even rid him of his glasses, buying him contacts. She had promised him that he would only have to wear them for tonight.

Narcissa laughed quietly. “Yes. Not only would your very belly give it away, but he will be able to sense you and his children.”

“Oh.” Harry frowned. That just sucked the fun out of it.

“You look handsome, Harry.”

Harry glanced at her through the mirror again and smiled at her thankfully. “Thank you.”

“My son will not know what hit him when you walk through those doors.” She puffed out her dress and smoothed down the material on her stomach. It wasn’t like she needed to, she looked perfect.

“I’m sure you’ll overshadow me,” Harry laughed. Even her mask looked like it was expensive enough to cost as much as a house.

“Not to my son,” she winked, “no one can overshadow you when it comes to him. You’re the only one that matters.”

Harry felt his face heat up. He cleared his throat and took a step back from the mirror, who finally decided to hum in approval.

“Looking good, Sonny, if I was a wizard, I’d eat you all up.”

Harry grimaced at the mirror’s words. The damn thing was scary. Narcissa must have agreed before she spelled a sheet to lay over it.

“I never did like that mirror. It belonged to Lucius’ grandfather…” She frowned, hesitating as though she was unsure whether she should continue or not. “He used to like younger men. He’d take them into his dungeons and have his way with them.”

Harry’s eyes widened. “Oh.” He was disgusted by the thought.

“Yes. The mirror seems to have taken up his personality.” She grimaced before gesturing him towards the door. Harry nodded hurriedly and practically ran out of the room. He had never been happier to leave.

***

Harry took a deep breath as he walked through the doors. Music and laughter immediately filled his ears and he smiled. There was so much delight in the room, from witches laughing while they were spun by their partners as they danced, to witches gossiping with each other. Even wizards laughed with each other as they drank firewhiskey and mulled mead.

It wasn’t anything like Harry expected. The ball room was large, probably bigger than the whole of the Weasley’s house, and adorned with the finest decorations. In the centre of the room was a large dance floor, where couples waltzed in time with not only the music, but with each other. Around the dance floor, masked women and men watched - some even clapped in time with the swaying waltz - while to the left of it, a wizarding band played on their instruments. Harry took note that the lead singer, donned in dark red and white face paint and fancy clothes, was good looking. However, that was only a passing glance considering was he not only pregnant, but he was an Incubi mate. That didn’t mean that he couldn't look though.

Cupids, much like the ones Lockhart had in their second year, danced between the crowds, singing love songs of different tunes at the top of their voices. Harry watched as some wizards stopped them, pointing at pretty ladies and asking them to play a song for that chosen witch on behalf of them. The witches gushed as soon as they saw them and were almost immediately seduced. There were punch bowls and food topped high on plates and just gazing at all the delicious appetizers made Harry’s stomach rumble.

“Potter?”

Harry’s stare flicked from the food to the man that stood in front of him. He knew it was Draco - it was not hard to tell with his deep drawl and neatly styled blond hair. And Harry had to admit, he looked good. He went with modest, which was new for Malfoy - he wore simple black trousers, a basic white dress shirt that was covered in a buttoned vest. A cravat was tired around his neck and his mask was silver, with a red trimming around the edges. It had a beautiful design carved into it and it was the top half of a mask, similar to Harry’s, which meant that he saw the smug smirk that played on Malfoy’s lips.

“Malfoy,” Harry greeted with a smile.

Malfoy glanced up and down the length of his body and his smirk widened. “You actually look decent for once, Potter. Finally threw away those hideous glasses?”

Harry reached up to caress the small bulge of his belly. Even through the costume, it was visible. This told Harry that his shirt was tighter than what he would have liked it to be.

He chose to ignore the comment about his glasses. “A compliment, Malfoy, be careful. You shouldn’t let any of your friends hear you say that.” Harry chuckled and shook his head. He walked down a couple of the steps so he was the same height as Malfoy.

“Well, I thought that I should at least try, considering we will be stuck with each other for the rest of our lives.” The drawl held a tint of amusement. Malfoy held out his elbow for Harry, but Harry snorted.

“I’m not a girl, Malfoy. You can stop treating me like one.”

Malfoy shrugged. “I’m trying to be nice, Potter.” There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. “Don’t you think we should at least start calling each other by our given names, considering I knocked you up?”

Harry frowned. He never really thought about calling Malfoy by his given name. It had been a habit, so he didn’t even realize how necessary it would be to call him Draco soon. He nodded slowly in agreement. “I guess, Draco.” The name rolled off his tongue as though he was always meant to call him that. “I might slip into calling you Malfoy sometimes though. It’s a habit.”

Draco pressed his tongue into his cheek, “Although, I do like it when you shout out Malfoy when I have my tongue in your arse.”

Harry felt the blood rush to his face, heating up his cheeks. He glared at Draco. “Malfoy!”

Draco laughed and held out his hand to Harry. “Come on, Harry. Let’s dance.”

It was weird, hearing his name slip out of Draco’s mouth, especially when it wasn’t said in a mocking tone. Harry relented and slipped his hand in Draco’s. He let him lead them towards the dance floor. The closer they seemed to get to it, the faster Harry’s heart raced. He pulled on Draco’s hand, halting him from walking any closer.

“Malfoy - Draco, I can’t dance.”

Draco didn’t seem to miss a beat as he nodded and once again started to pull Harry towards the floor, where couples had stopped for a moment as they waited for the next song. Most of the couples looked up at Draco and Harry as they walked amidst them until Draco seemed to be satisfied with their spot.

“Draco, I can’t -”

“I know, Harry.” The smirk was back on his lips as his hand curved around Harry’s lower back, bringing him closer against Draco’s body. His other hand gripped Harry’s shaking palm and entwined their fingers. “Let me lead.”

“I -”

“Harry, for once in your life, give up the lead to someone else.”

Harry nodded and closed his eyes for a second. He took a deep breath as the music started playing.

“They don’t know who you are.” The words were whispered against his ear, accompanied with a warm breath against his jaw and neck. It sent shivers down Harry’s back. “Trust me.”

As the music started, Draco took the lead almost instantly. Their bodies moved in time with the other couples and even though Harry was unsure what to do, Draco guided him. It was the first time that he could remember that he actually enjoyed the dancing. Even when he was spun around and pulled flushed against the other man’s hard body, or even when his back was pressed against Draco’s chest and he let out a meep of surprise at the feel of a growing erection against his arse. After the initial shock, he took amusement in teasing Draco about growing hard just from dancing with him. He had blamed Harry for not ‘giving it up,’ which Harry took in his stride with more laughter. After some thoughts and words about McGonagall, Draco’s erection had wilted and they were back to dancing like normal.

However, it grew to the point that Harry was exhausted and they chose to sit down for a little while. His stomach growled and Draco actually had the manners to offer to go get him food. Harry couldn’t deny the temptation of eating.

“Enjoying yourself, Mr. Potter?” The drawl was familiar and when Harry turned his head to glance behind him, it wasn’t hard to recognize Lucius Malfoy, even with his full faced mask with a large, curved nose.

“I am, thank you, Mr. Malfoy.” Harry gave him the courtesy of a smile.

“I see that.” There wasn’t any real venom dripping from his voice as he moved around the chairs to sit in one beside Harry. “My son looks happy.”

“Does he?” Harry couldn’t really tell what happiness looked like when it came to Draco.

“Yes,” Mr. Malfoy’s gaze turned from the dancing couples to look at him. He looked like he wanted to say thank you, but Harry knew him well enough to know that he wouldn’t say it. “It’s good that you are making him smile, Mr. Potter, I wouldn’t want to have to hex you.”

“He’s nice when he wants to be,” Harry shrugged his shoulders.

“My son is respectable, Mr. Potter, he takes things in his stride. He is the perfect example of a Malfoy.” The voice had grown tight.

“Maybe he shouldn’t have to be the perfect example of a Malfoy.” At a pointed stare from Mr. Malfoy, Harry continued. “Draco should only have to be a perfect example of himself. Sure, he’s a Malfoy and all of that, but he shouldn’t have to be a certain way because it’s what’s expected of a Malfoy. Sometimes, I think he’s too afraid of showing his true self, all because he has to be a proper Pureblood. Pathetic, if you ask me”

Mr. Malfoy snorted, “What would you know of it, Potter? You grew up in a house of Muggles.”

“Muggles who expected me to be a certain person,” Harry snapped angrily. It earned him a look of surprise from Mr. Malfoy. “They expected me to be this big bad wizard because I could do magic and because of that, they treated me like I was the dirt on their shoes. You know, if Draco didn’t act like a cold, self-centred pillock towards a lot of people, they would treat him better than what they do now.”

Mr. Malfoy opened his mouth to retort, but he stopped when a shadow loomed over them. Harry turned his head to find Draco towering over their sitting forms.

“What are you doing, father?” He sounded tense.

“I am having a conversation with Mr. Potter, Draco.” Mr. Malfoy stood from his seat and held out his hand towards Harry. While Harry was surprised, he slipped his hand into Mr. Malfoy’s and shook it. “Please, call me Lucius. Once you and Draco marry you will be my son-in-law, after all.”

“I…” Harry swallowed and nodded.

Lucius nodded and pivoted on his heel, stalking away from them.

“He does mean well, I suppose.” Draco handed Harry a plate of food with utensils. “Sorry. Usually mother has a dinner before a ball, but the last time she had one, people were puking everywhere. She was angrier than a hag.”

Harry chuckled at the mental image and smiled his thanks to Draco. He took the fork and instantly dug into the food.

“Any weird cravings yet?”

Harry shook his head as he chewed on the food in his mouth. “Not yet. My appetite has grown,” He paused. “How are you feeling? Any after effects of the hex?”

Draco nodded. “I’m good. I feel a lot better than I did a couple of months ago. You’re a bloody worry, Potter.”

“Me?” Harry grunted. “I wasn’t the one who was unconscious for three days.”

“No, but if I hadn’t jumped in front of you, you and our children would be dead, wouldn’t you?” He shook his head and looked at the small glass of firewhiskey in his hand. He growled and tipped both his head and the glass back, downing the alcohol in one go.

“You sure you’re okay?”

Draco didn’t answer and Harry wasn’t an idiot. He could see something was tormenting the other man.

“Draco, talk to me.” When he received no answer, he growled angrily. “You say you want to try this, Malfoy, but you can’t even talk to me. How is that supposed to work?”

Draco raised a hand to run in through his hair, he sighed and stared at the empty glass in your hand. “You have no fucking idea how terrified I was, Potter. As soon as I recognized what it was, I thought I was too late and…” His grip on the glass tightened until his knuckles were white. “I thought the bastards had killed my mate and my children.”
Harry swallowed. He reached out to rest his hand on Draco’s shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. “Draco, I’m fine and so are our babies and it’s because of you.” He looked away, taking the moment to regain composure. He didn’t want to end up crying in front of the other man. “You’re the one who was hurt. They were so sure you weren’t going to make it. You scared the living daylights out of me.”
“Mother said you never left my side.” Grey eyes searched his face. Harry didn’t know what he was looking for, but it didn’t make him uncomfortable. It was the first time they really spoke about it and it was something they both needed desperately.
“No, I didn’t. I thought if I left…you wouldn’t be there when I returned. I thought that I’d get back and Pomfrey would tell me that you had…you know, while I was gone.”
“Died?” Draco snorted in laughter. “I’m not that easy to get rid of, Harry. I’m an Incubus, that's the only reason I survived it. You wouldn’t have, powerful or not.”
Harry nodded. He ran his fork through his food, but didn’t pick any up. All of this talk was making him lose his appetite. “Is that what’s troubling you then? The fact that I could have died?”
“Yeah,” Malfoy sighed, “And finding the bastards who did it; they will try something again soon. They’ll know it didn’t work.”

Harry didn’t think about that. He had been so concentrated on wishing Draco better that he hadn’t stopped to think that the perpetrators wouldn’t stop trying. The Aurors had been called in the day it happened, but they had no leads on the mail. They had explained that whoever did it was good at hiding their tracks. They had said that the Death Eaters wouldn’t try it again though, not so soon after. It hadn’t put anyone at ease. If anything, it angered both Ron and Lucius. Even Mr. Weasley had ranted about the Aurors and their obvious lack of disregard. He had stated that the only reason they didn’t care was because it was Draco who had been seriously injured. That had pissed Harry off.

Mrs. Weasley had fussed over Harry, trying to make him leave Draco’s room, but when she realized there was nothing she could do, she went home again.

“It’s okay,” Harry soothed, “I’ll be more alert this time.”

“You? Alert?” Draco laughed. “You’re Harry bloody Potter; you don’t know the meaning of alert. I have never met anyone that has been in as much danger consistently as you have.”

Harry glared, but it faltered quickly. Even he couldn’t deny that. Apparently they were a match. Draco, the snobbish git, the forced Death Eater who could and did save the Boy Who Lived’s life. And then there was Harry, the ‘golden boy,’ the forced hero who always tried to save people. Biting his lip, he sighed and set down the food on the chair next to him. “We’ve had some close calls, huh?”

“Mostly you,” Draco shook his head. “You’re a bloody worry. It’s my sort of luck to have you as a mate.”

“Did you…” Harry flushed at the very thought of his question. “You know how an Incubus and his mate have to be attracted to each other?” At Draco’s nod, he continued, “did you ever fantasize about me?”

Draco grunted at the question. Harry wasn’t sure whether he was amused or uncomfortable. He seemed to think about it before he sighed. “I only remember once or twice. It comes with the Incubi territory, you know? Being all dreams and never remembering it.”

“You mean that you could have fantasized about me in your dreams and not remember?” Harry licked his lips nervously.

“Usually that’s how it works. Same with an Incubi mate. You would have had wet dreams about me too, Potter.” Draco smirked. “Ever woken up one morning and had no idea what you dreamt about the night before, but you were so fucking hard that you felt like your cock was about to explode?”

It had happened more times than Harry could count. He had always wondered why he couldn’t remember the dream, because even when he was younger, when he first had wet dreams, he remembered it. These dreams had been different from the normal ones though - each one had felt the same as the one before, as though he was with the same person, and it had been much more intimate and passionate than any other wet dream he had ever had.

He nodded timidly.

“Yeah, that’s the Incubi dreams, had those too. There are a couple I remember, but I didn’t have them because you were my mate. I had them when I was sixteen, before my Incubus blood awoke.” Draco tried not to look uncomfortable, but Harry could tell the topic was almost…a sore one for him. “The first one I had was after you hit me with that curse. I’ve never been so turned on by your power.” He snorted. “Bit of a masochist, aren’t I?”

“Not really.” Harry was shocked, but he didn’t think Draco was a masochist for it.

“The scars…Severus said I could make them disappear, but I didn’t want to, you know? It was a reminder for me. A reminder of how bloody sexy you were when we were duelling. I wanted to throw you to the floor in that bathroom and fuck you into it. Of course, when I was hit with the spell, I was a little too occupied with the pain to think about it. It was in the hospital wing, after it happened, that I really started to think about how attracted I was to you when you were throwing hexes at me.”

“Oh.” Harry frowned. “You wanted to shag me since then?”

“While being in denial about it, I guess.” Draco stood from the chair and held out his hand to Harry. “Would you like to go for a walk?”

Harry rolled his eyes at Draco’s attempt at looking like a gentleman, but he took the hand none the less. It would seem impolite not to. A few people smiled at them as Draco led him towards the two large oak doors and out into the hallway. They had exited from a different set of doors than Harry had entered. The long corridor was darker, illuminated by candles that shimmered in the murky darkness of the hall. Portraits were asleep and even as Draco led him down the hallway, their dress shoes clicking on the ceramic tiles, the portraits never woke from their slumber. Either that or they chose to pointedly ignore the two men.

“Where are we going?” Harry asked quietly, his fingers entwining in Draco’s. He seemed determined; his pace quickening as he moved further down the corridor.

“I need you.” The desperation in his voice was clue enough for Harry.

He snorted. “You want to rut against me?”

“Yes,” Draco answered huskily.

Harry didn’t protest. He needed to feel Draco’s body against his own - he wanted to. They didn’t exchange any more words until they reached Draco’s bedroom. Harry knew it was his bedroom because of the Quidditch posters that were pasted on the walls and the photos, including one of Zabini and Draco, arms wrapped around each other’s shoulders. He released Draco’s hand and walked closer, staring at it carefully. Harry crinkled his nose at it; it was a bad picture of Zabini. They were both wearing Quidditch uniforms and the darker male looked windswept, sweaty and a mess with his mussed clothes. Draco looked much more elegant, his clothes kept tidy and clean and his hair was still perfectly styled.

“Are you jealous?”

Harry tensed when Draco came up behind him, pale hands resting on his upper arms. “I don’t need to be.”

“No, you don’t need to be. But you worked that out a long time ago; otherwise you’d be fainting again and trying to rid yourself of our children.” Harry jumped when lips descended on his cheek, pressing lightly against his chilly skin. “You’re cold, Potter.”

“Harry,” Harry reminded quickly.

“Harry.” Draco snorted. “Sorry. Habit, you know that.”

“Yeah, I know.” Harry turned in a circle. He stared up at Draco and chuckled. “Merlin, I would never have imagined a couple of years ago that this would happen.”

Draco laughed as well. “Yeah, I would have found you and hexed you just to prove a point, I think.”

Harry ran his fingers along Draco’s jaw, caressing the skin. His eyes rose to meet Draco’s and he sighed. “Malfoy…Draco.” He swallowed and glanced at the bed. Thoughts of Draco lying of top of him, snogging him senseless while shagging him into the mattress filled his head. He could still feel Draco’s hands on him, like he had when he had rutted against him, and he could feel the breath on his skin. And he wanted it. He wanted everything Draco could offer him. It wasn’t like he was a virgin and he didn’t hate the other man enough to deny him the pleasure any more.

Harry took a deep breath as he stared at Draco again. “I want you to shag me.”

Draco’s eyes immediately widened. “What?”

“Unless you don’t want to,” Harry teased. He smirked as he glanced at the bed pointedly.

“You actually want to shag?” Draco pressed his tongue against his cheek and raised an eyebrow. He took a step towards Harry, his eyes wickedly gliding over his body, from top to bottom.

“Yeah, I do.” Harry proved his point by reaching up to slip off his dress robes. His vest was next until he stood in only his dress shirt and trousers. It was only then that he remembered his pregnant belly and embarrassment flooded his senses, taking over the desire that had rushed through his body. He flushed and reached for his robe again, but Draco grasped his hand. He brought it up to his lips, kissing the fingers, one by one.

“Harry, I don’t care about your belly. I think it makes you even more shaggable. You’re carrying my children.” He released Harry’s hand and reached up, his dexterous fingers undoing the buttons to Harry’s shirt. His gaze never left Harry’s and his lips were upturned in a smile. When he reached the bottom button, he slipped it off his shoulders. “Beautiful, Potter; more beautiful than anyone I’ve ever met.”

Harry wanted to mock him, tease Draco about his soft attitude, but the words were caught in his throat. He couldn’t say it, not when the blond was looking at him the way he was, lust and adoration shining in those stormy grey eyes. So Harry just sent him a wavering smile.

Fingers ran down Harry’s chest, caressing the skin, and tracing around his sensitive nipples and down over his small, expanded stomach. He pressed his palm against the side of the bulge.

Harry cleared his throat to stop a moan escaping and reached down to grab Draco’s hand, pressing it to the growing erection in his pants. “Just shag me, Malfoy.”

Draco smirked, his eyes darkening in lust as he reached forward, wrapping his long arms around Harry and leading him backwards. Harry fell on the bed and scrambled across the mattress so he laid in the middle. He watched Draco under hooded eyes.

Draco’s fingers worked on his own clothes, starting with his cravat and then removing his vest and shirt. His fingers strayed near his trousers button teasingly, before he undid it and pushed them down, stepping out of them. All Draco wore then was his pants and the sight had Harry biting his lip with need. Through his white pants, Harry could see the outline of his cock and Merlin, it was beautiful. His mouth watered at the sight.

“Like what you see?” Draco smiled smugly, “Not that I blame you, Potter.”

Harry snorted. “Think you’re that good at shagging?”

“The best,” Draco replied, never missing a beat.

“Prove it then. Shag me until I can’t walk for days.” Harry cupped his erection through his own pants and rubbed it, groaning at the friction. “If you’re not scared, that is.”

Draco grunted and strode over to the bed. He slid onto the mattress and grasped Harry’s ankle, dragging his body closer. Harry chuckled, kicking at the other man playfully. Draco grabbed his legs and smirked, spreading his ankles and dragging him as close as he could get him. When he was done, Draco was sitting between Harry’s thighs.

“Sure you can handle me while you aren’t in a dream state, Potter?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “I’m sure you aren’t that hard to handle, Malfoy.”

“Oh I will be hard, Potter, very hard.” Draco slipped his hands in his pants and Harry’s gaze followed. He shifted the band of the pants down, exposing his rock hard cock for Harry’s eyes to feast on.

Harry licked his lips. “Draco, get up here.”

Draco raised an eyebrow, but did as he was told. He was careful not to bump Harry’s stomach as he raised himself on the bed so his knees dipped into the bed on either side of Harry’s head. Harry wrapped a hand around the base of Draco’s thick cock and licked the slit, swallowing the pre-come that his tongue caught. Draco exhaled in response. Harry smirked and started at the base, licking along the hard length and leaving a wet stripe of saliva as he went. When he reached the tip again, he took the head of the erection into his mouth and sucked on it. He hollowed his cheeks and took more of Draco’s cock inside of his mouth.

Draco’s fingers entangled in his messy locks and entwined themselves around the strands, tugging at them. “Potter, if you keep teasing me, I’m going to come before I even get to shag you.”

Harry released Draco’s cock from his mouth with a pop. “Well we don’t want that, do we? You should have just said that you wouldn’t be able to last long, Draco.”

Draco snorted and shook his head. “I can go from soft to hard in no time, Potter. I just didn’t want you to be embarrassed that I have a better recovery time than you do.”

Harry chuckled as Draco returned to his position between Harry’s legs. Draco’s fingers hooked around the waistband of Harry’s pants and tugged at them, dragging them over his arse and down his thighs. Harry lifted his hips to help him and groaned when his cock bounced free from its constraints.

He gasped when he felt hot suction around the head of his cock. He glanced down, surprised. He didn’t actually expect Draco to give him a blow job. His hand grasped Draco’s styled hair, mussing it as he tugged on the strands of fine blond.

Draco’s tongue danced over his cock, tracing visible veins from the base of it to the tip. His eyes watched Harry like a predator staking its claim as he sucked on the cock eagerly. Harry swallowed nervously, intrigued as Draco lowered his mouth until his nose touched Harry’s pubic hair and the tip of his cock was touching the back of Draco’s throat.

Harry threw his head back and groaned. His thighs quivered as he restrained himself from thrusting up into Draco’s mouth. He didn’t think the Slytherin would appreciate it. His fingers tugged at Draco’s hair harder and he felt the touchy nerves buzz in his body until he didn’t think he could take it anymore.

“Draco. Want…want you now.” Harry sucked on his bottom lip to stop himself from crying out loudly.

Draco swallowed around his cock, before pulling back. He pressed a soft kiss on the slit of Harry’s cock and winked at him.

“That’s what you call a blowjob.”

“I don’t want to know who you learned that off,” Harry huffed.

Draco rolled his eyes and chuckled. He pushed down his pants until they were bunched around his knees and grasped his discarded wand. “Spread your legs.”

“Madame Pomfrey said not to use the spelled lube while I’m pregnant,” Harry reminded Draco softly, his eyes focused on the wand. As much as he wanted Draco, he didn’t want to rush into anything that could hurt the babies either. He had taken the nurse’s advice seriously.

Draco groaned and threw it aside again. “I forgot,” he grumbled as he rose from the bed, kicking off his pants. He made his way over to his cupboard and as soon as he opened the doors, he rummaged through the lower parts of it. It was clear to Harry that he knew exactly where a tube of lube was, so he didn’t question him.

Finally, Draco made a noise of triumph before he was back on the bed faster than Harry had ever seen him move before. Harry snorted in amusement and spread his legs in invitation and Draco didn’t refuse. His hands were everywhere, feeling Harry like he’s never done before, but they always seem to travel straight back to his stomach, petting the expanded skin. He pressed a soft kiss to the baby bump, a rare tender moment that Harry relished in, before Draco was back to his smirking self.

“Raise your legs,” he ordered.

Harry did as he was told, but found that with his belly, it wasn’t easy to hold his legs up in the air. He wiggled and bent his knees, grasping his own ankles to keep them in place. Even that was uncomfortable. Nevertheless excitement coursed through his veins as he heard Draco pop open the lid of the lube. When he felt a wet finger at his hole, his cock jerked in desire, the muscles of his arse clenching in anticipation. It had been so long and he questioned his decision to wait. It was an idiotic move, but dear Merlin, it was going to make this shag so worth it.

One finger slipped inside of his tight hole, stretching the clenching entrance. It felt good, just right, and he wanted so much more. He pushed back against it impatiently.

“Come on, Draco. I’m not a virgin.”

Draco snorted in amusement as he nodded towards Harry’s stomach. “Obviously,” he snickered.

“Just get to it,” Harry grinned.

“Bossy,” Draco retorted, but he didn’t argue. He added a second and third finger at the same time.

Harry’s hole stretched around the digits, causing a familiar sting of pain to shoot through his arse. Desire bombarded him and he groaned. While the pain had once been uncomfortable, it was just part of the pleasure of sex these days and Harry loved every bit of it.

Once the forth finger was in, Draco leaned over for a kiss. Harry tried to reach up for him, but with his belly in the way and in such an uncomfortable position, he couldn’t get high enough. Their lips were inches apart, unable to reach each other.

Harry let out a grunt and shifted. “Draco, stop.”

Draco immediately halted, pulling his fingers out and sitting back on his knees. He guided Harry’s legs down onto the bed. “Are you okay?”

“I can’t do it this way,” Harry grumbled. “Not on my back. It’s too uncomfortable.”

And Merlin, didn’t that suck. Harry loved sex on his back, he loved looking up at his partner - which would now and forever be Draco - as he fucked him hard enough for Harry to see stars. But with his pregnant belly, it would be too damned uncomfortable for him to do anything.

Draco didn’t complain though. He rested his hands on Harry’s hips and helped him turn over onto his knees. A soft kiss was laid between Harry’s shoulder blades, before Draco was kneading his arse cheeks with his knuckles. Harry’s body relaxed under the touch.

“Sorry,” Harry muttered in embarrassment while pressing his face into a pillow so Draco wouldn’t see his blush.

Draco snorted in amusement. “It’s fine. We’ll do this however it’s comfortable for you, Harry.”

Harry’s hands clenched when he heard the snick of the lube again and he waited patiently until he felt the head of Draco’s cock teasing his hole. He didn’t push in like Harry expected him to. His cock slid between Harry’s cheeks, taunting him with the pressure of his hard, lube-slicked erection. Harry’s patience was worn thin and he pushed his arse back eagerly.

“Fuck me,” he whispered.

“Say it louder.”

Harry could hear the smirk in Draco’s voice. He groaned in irritation. “Malfoy…”

“Say it louder.”

A shiver ran down Harry’s back when Draco pressed another kiss between his shoulder blades, causing his cock to press harder against Harry’s arse.

“Fuck me, Draco,” Harry whimpered louder.

It seemed to satisfy Draco because his cock pressed into Harry in an agonisingly slow pace. Not liking the slowness, Harry thrust his arse back, taking Draco’s cock fully inside of him. They both moaned when Draco’s balls slapped against Harry’s arse. The familiar burn sent pleasure straight to Harry’s cock.

“Salazar,” Draco hissed, his fingernails digging into Harry’s hips. “Merlin, it’s been so long.”

Harry couldn’t have agreed more. What the hell had he been thinking when he decided to wait so long? Fuck his stupid decisions. He rocked his hips experimentally, groaning. Draco’s cock felt so big inside of him, so right.

“Move,” Harry demanded impatiently, rocking his arse back against Draco’s hips that sat flushed against him.

“Patience, Potter,” Draco teased with a smirk. His grip on Harry’s hips tightened, holding him still.

Harry snorted. “I don’t need patience. Just fuck me.”

Draco licked his lips and rolled his hips forward, pushing himself as far into Harry as he could go. When he did it for the second time, Harry thought he was going to lose his mind as his cock jerked impatiently and his heart sped up. Heat pooled in his groin and his fingers clenched around the duvet beneath them. He didn’t know how much longer he could take of Draco’s teasing before he’d try to take control. Luckily, it wasn’t very long.

Draco took the hint and pulled out, only to thrust back into Harry hard and fast. If it hadn’t been for Draco’s steady hold, Harry would have crashed forward from the sudden onslaught. Harry steadied himself by gripping the headboard and pushed back against Draco, meeting him halfway.

They moved together, their movements uncoordinated and needy. Each thrust of Draco’s hips brought moans to both of their lips. His cock slammed into Harry’s arse, his balls slapping his cheeks. It felt so damn right and Merlin, he wanted more.

Harry cocked his head to the side and as though Draco could read his mind, their lips met in a passionate kiss. Draco’s chest was planted firmly against Harry’s back, his cock buried deep inside of his hole as their tongues tangled and lips mashed together.

Harry was the one who broke the kiss, his breath heavy and his chest heaving.

“So close,” Harry whimpered.

Draco groaned in agreement as his hips moved once more.

Harry wrapped his hand around his cock, jerking it in time with Draco’s thrusts. His balls were so tight against his body, he felt like they were about to explode. He knew that he couldn’t take much more before he really would erupt.

The heat in his groin grew more intense and his cock was so hard that it felt like he could hit a baseball with it. It was only when Draco buried his large erection inside of Harry again that Harry let go. His body jerked forward, his thighs quivering, as spurts of semen coated his hand and the duvet as it erupted from his cock.

Draco groaned behind him, his fingernails digging deep into Harry’s hips. Warmth filled Harry’s arse and they both moaned again.

Draco’s breathing was laboured as he pulled out, collapsing on the bed beside Harry. He reached over for his wand on the bedside cabinet and flicked it, cleaning the mess beneath his lover.

Harry sighed in relief as he turned over to lie on his back, his own breathing shallow as he took in much needed air. His hand rubbed his expanded stomach and his eyes drifted over to Draco, who was half asleep.

“Best. Sex. Ever,” Harry laughed.

Draco smiled, his half-closed eyes finally clenching shut. “You can thank me later.”

Harry laughed louder and watched with a smile as Draco fell asleep. As Draco’s breathing evened out, Harry squirmed his way under the duvet, his naked skin prickling from the night air. He closed his eyes, following his Incubus to much needed sleep.

***
Harry glanced at Draco and smiled. He looked relaxed, a wave of peace running over the lines of his face as he deeply slept. It was always a beautiful sight to see because he’d never seen Draco so serene until he slept.

Pulling on his clothes, Harry walked out of Draco’s bedroom and moved slowly down the hallway. The ball had long finished and the manor was as silent as the dead. It wasn’t an eerie silence though; it was as peaceful as being with Draco. Harry felt safe in the home of his new family.

He took the hallway to the left, which lead him to the beautiful Malfoy gardens. The last time he was at the manor, for Christmas, Draco had shown him the gardens and Harry had hardly left them. Beautiful was an understatement. Flowers of different colours flourished in the maze like greens, adorning it with bright light and rich smells. There was an array of species from plain Muggle flowers and plants to those of Magic. Harry truly loved walking through them.

As he neared the middle of the maze, he frowned at some crushed plants that seemed to wilt under the white light of the moon. Mrs. Malfoy, or Narcissa as she recently demanded to be called, took good care of her gardens and she wouldn’t have allowed something like that to happen.

Harry remembered her telling him about those specific plants. ‘They are magical,’ she had said, ‘and have the ability of sensing the atmosphere and emotions. If they sense danger, they will wilt and die.’

Harry swallowed thickly and took a step back. If they sensed danger than he was in the middle of it and that was somewhere he didn’t want to be. He had children to think about. He would just have to wake Draco up, warn him of what happened.

He spun on his heel and halted immediately. Eyes widening, he stared at a tall, familiar man that stood in his path.

Glassy eyes stared at him, a sad downturned mouth pursed. “You’re not going anywhere, Mr. Potter.” His voice held no real conviction and it sounded as though it was the last thing he wanted to say.

“Mr. Winchester?” Harry took a step back, his shoes crunching the stones beneath them. “What are you doing here?”

“He’s here because I asked him to be.”

Harry flinched at the voice as Mrs. Winchester stepped out of path behind her husband. She was just as sour looking as Harry remembered her, but her pudgy appearance seemed to have grown worse. The greying black hair that Harry remembered was now completely grey, worry lines permanently etched into her aging face. Her beady brown eyes had a new tint to them, a crazy look that had Harry taking another step back. What had happened to this woman?

“Mrs. Winchester, whatever you’re thinking about doing-”

“Oh shut up, Boy.” Mrs. Winchester took a step forward, her short legs seemingly buckling with the step. “You did this. You did this to us!”

Harry felt his pockets, but when he realised his wand wasn’t there, that he had left it on the bedside cabinet, he mentally cursed himself. He thought he would be safe in the gardens, he had no idea…no. He could do this, he could make Mrs. Winchester see that he was pregnant, she couldn’t hurt him.

“What did I do?” He asked in a soft voice, intentionally laying a hand on his stomach so she could see it.

Mrs. Winchester laughed manically and shook a thick finger at him. “You think you’re so smart, Potter, but you’re not. No, you’re not. Where is your Incubus now when you need him, hm? Some protector he is.”

Harry bit his tongue as the words ‘I don’t need a protector. I can take care of myself’ popped into his head. No, no antagonising the crazy lady without his wand. He had two babies to think about. “You wouldn’t hurt me though, would you, Mrs. Winchester?”

Harry saw Mr. Winchester drop his head, his eyes clenched closed, and Harry’s stomach dropped. Did he believe his wife would really hurt a pregnant man?

“You destroyed our Lord,” she cried angrily, her voice turning screechy; “you did that! I’ll kill you for it, Potter. I’ll kill you for it!”

Harry briefly wondered where Mundy was. Maybe he could stop his crazy mother.

He took another step back, his eyes darting around the dirt path and flowers and plants, looking for anything to use as a weapon. He zeroed in on a very thick looking tree branch. It was thin enough to wrap a hand around, and light enough for Harry to pick up, but sturdy looking; the perfect weapon to swing at a crazy lady.

“Where is your son?” Harry asked, attempting to distract Mrs. Winchester from her tyrant of words about Voldemort.

“Oh Mundy,” she laughed again, “He didn’t believe in our cause. I had to lock him up.”

Harry’s eyes widened. She had locked up her own son? “How could you? He’s your son.”

She shook her head, pieces of dried hair falling across her face. “Did you not hear me, Potter? He didn’t believe in our cause. He loved his ponce of a brother and he hated our Lord. He had to be locked away, for his own safety. He was such a bad boy. When we sent you that hexed letter, he was so angry. Told me he’d tell everyone it was me.”

Realisation dawned on Harry. “You did that?” He asked, anger replacing any fear that he did have. This woman was the reason he nearly lost Draco. She was the one who tried to kill him and their children.

“Of course,” she grinned, her teeth crooked and yellow. “I wanted to kill you, both of you, for what you did to me.”

Anger seized his body and the self-control he held onto disappeared. With speed that he didn’t even realise he possessed while being five and a half months pregnant, he picked up the long, thick branch and swung it.

The branch hit Mrs. Winchester on the side of the face, the bark digging into the skin of her cheek. She let out a wail of surprise and dropped to the ground. Mr. Winchester didn’t seem to move, his face frozen in shock as he watched his wife land on the dirt and scream. It was only when she pointed at Harry and yell for him to kill him that Mr. Winchester seemed to break out of his reverie.

Instead of taking a step towards Harry though, he took a step back, his head shaking from side to side. “I…I can’t.”

“Do it, you useless man,” Mrs. Winchester screamed, her voice sharp and frantic.

“No!” Mr. Winchester stumbled back, his head still shaking furiously. “No!”

Harry’s hand tightened around the branch, ready for another swing if he needed it. But he didn’t, and he knew that as soon as he heard a shout of rage.

Draco came roaring down the maze, his parents not far behind him. His eyes were dark silver, his mouth pressed thinly and pure wrath settled on his face as he advanced on Mrs. Winchester. His wand was held so tightly in his hands, that Harry thought he’d break the piece of wood in half.

Harry found that Draco didn’t need his wand though. With one look from Draco, Mrs. Winchester was flat on the ground, begging for her life. She apologised profusely, her plump body shaking in fear. Draco didn’t seem to care as he took a step towards her, anger that Harry had never seen before clear on his face.

Narcissa or Lucius didn’t attempt to stop Draco as he advanced forward, his body stiff as he crouched beside her. She begged louder, more hysterically, but he didn’t seem to hear her as he laid his palm over the length of her face. The screams quietened, her body stiffer than Draco’s ever was, as her eyes closed.

Mr. Winchester watched, fear in his eyes, but he didn’t move. He was so still, he looked like a statue.

As all this happened, Narcissa walked over to Harry and brought his head against her shoulder. She turned him away from the sight of Draco and Mrs. Winchester.

“Are you okay, Harry?” Her voice was soothing, but tight with worry.

“Yes,” Harry answered. “What is he doing to her?”

“He is getting his well-deserved revenge.”

It wasn’t a lie and Harry was grateful. “How?”

“And Incubus is a master of dreams, Harry, and he is putting her into a nightmare. A nightmare that she will never wake up from. She will forever be stuck in her head.”

Harry hated Mrs. Winchester for what she had tried to do, but the thought of what Draco was doing to her sent waves of pity flushing over him. “Is he allowed to do that?”

“No one will stop him,” Narcissa kissed the top of his forehead, “Not only does she deserve it, but he is an Incubus protecting his mate and children. No one has the right to stop him.”

Any sounds coming from Mrs. Winchester stopped altogether and a growl of warning broke the silent gardens. Narcissa stepped away immediately, her head bowed apologetically towards Draco as he neared them.

Harry stared at Draco, before holding out his hand.

Draco’s anger seemed to drip away as he smiled softly and wrapped his strong arms around Harry, bringing him flush against his warm body. It felt good to be in his Incubus’ arms, it felt like home, and Harry clung to him.

“Are you okay?” Draco’s voice was soft, worry etched into his tone.

“I’m fine, Draco,” Harry answered, pressing a kiss on Draco’s beautiful, pale cheek. He grinned. “See, I can look after myself.”

Draco chuckled quietly. “Why didn’t you take your wand?”

Harry frowned at his own stupidity. “I thought I’d be safe in the gardens.”

Draco shook his head in exasperation. “Potter, you are so stupid sometimes.”

Harry snorted, but didn’t reply.

Draco laid a hand on Harry’s rounded stomach and caressed it. He stared down at it lovingly. “What are we going to do with your daddy, my little children? He needs more protecting than I originally thought.”

Harry rolled his eyes, before glancing behind Draco. Mrs. Winchester’s body was angled in a weird position, her eyes wide and full of fear. Her mouth was open, her tongue sticking out. It was no longer a light pink, but instead it was a dark purple.

Mr. Malfoy held Mr. Winchester at wand-point and started to lead him away from Harry and Draco.

“I didn’t know that you could do that,” Harry murmured, feeling sick at the sight.

Draco cupped his jaw and turned his head away from the sight. “Only when someone hurts an Incubus’ mate or children can we do something like that. She deserved it, Harry, she tried to kill you and our children.”

“So what? She’s in a nightmare?” he frowned.

Draco sighed. “Do you know when you have those terrifying nightmares that wake you up? The ones that have you so terrified that you don’t want to open your eyes?”

Harry nodded.

“She’s in one of those and she’ll never be able to wake up. I put her there, in her own mind, because she deserves to be there.”

Draco’s words made Harry remember about Mundy. “Draco! She’s locked Mundy away. She locked him up because he found out that she sent that letter to me and he was going to tell someone.”

Draco didn’t seem impressed with Harry mentioning Mundy, but none the less he turned to his mother. She nodded with a smile.

“Do not worry yourself, Harry, we’ll make sure Mr. Winchester tells us where he is and we’ll get him out of there.” She patted Draco on the shoulder before following the same path that her husband had left through.

“Harry…” Draco licked his lips, his hand still rubbing circles on Harry’s stomach. “Are you sure you’re okay? You didn’t…regret what we did?”

Harry snorted. He ran a palm down Draco’s cheek, a soft smile on his lips. “Merlin no. I want to know when we can do it again.”

Draco’s worry disappeared, leaving a smirk on his lips. “How about now?”

Harry wiggled his eyebrows playfully. “What are we waiting for then?"

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