Harry_Hols reveal!

[alisanne]

The harry_holidays reveal was today!

I just discovered that my AMAZING Snarry giftfic was written for me by the wonderfully talented mahaliem (I should have known). I pimped it before, but just in case any of you haven't read it, you really need to. It is truly hilarious and brilliantly written. Potion Commotion.

And for any who are interested, I wrote Convergence for me_midget.

Much praise goes to annephoenix for her steller modship of this, and, if interested (*pushes mordyn4*) go see the statistics about the fest that r_grayjoy compiled.

ETA: Here's the link to the Reveal and the stats ad below is a repost of my fic.

Title: Convergence
Gift for: me_midget
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Spanking, Rimming, Mpreg.
Author's Note: A very special thank you to my hardworking beta, sevfan. I did my best to fit as many of the requested prompts as I could. Happy Christmas, me_midget!



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Convergence

~

Harry nuzzled his boyfriend's neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent. It was hard to keep his hands off Draco when they were alone, but that so rarely happened, that Harry was beginning to get quite frustrated.

“How cute,” a drawling voice said from the door.

Case in point… Groaning, Harry straightened up and moved out of Draco's arms now that he knew they had an audience.

“Go away, Blaise.”

Blaise shrugged, unrepentant. “It’s your own fault. If you wanted privacy, you’d lock the door.”

“Blaise, we closed the door,” Harry reminded him. “Draco’s a prefect, he can’t just lock everyone out. Plus, you’re the one who just opened it without knocking. To spy on us, I might add. Don’t you people believe in privacy?”

Blaise quirked an eyebrow, but did not appear perturbed by Harry’s tirade.

“Now that you mention it, Potter, no, we don’t,” he said, still standing in the doorway, arms crossed. “We watch each other all the time. It’s fun. Didn’t your boyfriend explain Slytherin etiquette?”

The boyfriend in question simply flipped his housemate the bird and picked up a book, pretending to read.

“See?” Blaise asked, a smile playing about his mouth. “Draco doesn’t mind if the door stays open. Do you, Draco?”

Draco rolled his eyes, but still didn’t deign to look up.

“Next time I’m using a Privacy Charm,” Harry muttered.

Draco sighed. “Some prat,” he said, glaring at Blaise, “decided that Slytherin should be an open dorm in order to foster better relationships, and he mentioned it to Snape, so now, all Silencing and Privacy Charms have been disabled here.”

Harry’s eyes widened and he blushed.

“You okay there, Potter?” Blaise asked wickedly.

Harry nodded, frantically trying to remember if he’d said anything too revealing the night before when he’d been cuddling with Draco.

They had talked about various and sundry things... Harry gasped. They had discussed finally moving to the next stage. Suddenly he wasn’t too angry at Draco’s reluctance last night to talk about where and when.

“So, do you engage in this voyeurism often?” Harry asked, not liking the color suffusing Draco’s face. Harry’s eyes flicked back and forth between them quickly.

Blaise shrugged. “When it suits us,” he said. “You two are hot, so no one minds watching you. When it’s Goyle and Bulstrode however...” Blaise shuddered.

Harry made a face. Yeah, that sounded grotesque.

“So, if we want some privacy, we need to go to Gryffindor?”

“I’m not going to Gryffindor,” Draco pronounced. “They hate me there.”

Harry rolled his eyes. This was an old argument.

“They do not hate you,” he said. “They know that you’ve been on our side since before the war, and they know that we’re together now.”

“Yes, but they don’t seem to like it,” Draco said, pouting.

Harry sighed and pulled him close, ignoring Blaise for the moment.

“I don’t care what they think. I’ll find someplace for us to be together, I promise,” he whispered, kissing the tip of Draco’s nose.

Blaise made gagging noises as he walked away.

“I might have to take back what I said before,” he called back as he walked away. “You two are sickening.”

The only reply was the bang of the slamming door.

~

Unfortunately, Draco was proven right when Harry snuck him into his bed the next night.

“All I have to do is set up a Silencing Charm...”

Draco watched, bemused as Harry bustled about throwing things under his bed and trying to tidy up.

“You are such a pig, Potter,” he said with a smirk.

Harry simply rolled his eyes and pulled Draco towards him.

“Now, we can be as loud as we want,” he murmured against Draco’s lips.

Harry mentally congratulated himself on having managed to sneak Draco into the Gryffindor dorm under his Cloak without anyone being the wiser. Draco, however, had been quite nervous, and was only just beginning to relax, settling into Harry’s arms with a soft sigh.

Unfortunately, that was the moment Ron decided that he simply HAD to talk to Harry, and he knocked on the bedpost.

“Harry! You in there, mate?”

A bit too late, Harry remembered that Ron was the one person he’d allowed the charm on his curtains to recognize, and the next thing he knew, Ron was there, and he was getting an eyeful as he looked in.

“Hey, Harry... MALFOY? What the...?”

“Shite! Ron! Erm, would you give us a minute, please?”

Ron backed away and the curtain fell back into place.

Harry turned back to Draco, sighing when he saw the blond already had his shirt rebuttoned and was smoothing down his hair.

“Draco, I...”

“Save it!” Draco snapped. “Obviously, this is not meant to be.”

A stab of fear went through Harry. “No!” he said. “Please, just let me talk to Ron and see what he wants and then we can...”

“With all of them out there knowing that we’re in here?” Draco retorted. “I don’t think so.”

“But we hang out in your room all the time,” Harry said.

“With the curtains open,” Draco reminded him. “They’ll all think we’re doing more than just snogging now.”

“But we were going to do more than snog...”

“Not any more.”

Draco pushed the curtain open, and ignoring the smirks of Harry’s roommates, walked out, head held high.

Harry dropped his head into his hands.

“Erm, Harry, is he gone for good, then? ‘Cause I was wondering...”

Harry glared at Ron, who stumbled to a stop. “Bad time? I can come back later,” he mumbled, fleeing.

Harry sighed. How could he make this up to Draco?

~

The holidays grew closer, and Draco eventually forgave him, although it did take several packages of chocolate frogs and a long snogging and frotting session in a deserted hallway to accomplish that.

It was days before they were back to sneaking cuddles in corners, and this time, they both acknowledged that something had to be done. Harry was rapidly becoming dissatisfied with frotting and blow jobs.

He knew Draco was ready to take things further as well, the blond had all but said so, but what they really needed was a private place to be together. Preferably before Draco had to go home for the holidays.

The Room of Requirement, which had occurred to Harry weeks ago, was out, since every upper year student knew about it and it had a signup list months long.

Draco had categorically refused to consider anywhere like the Astronomy Tower, and Harry didn’t blame him one bit. That location was where the underclassmen gathered anyway, so it was likely too crowded. In addition, as it was to be both their first times, Harry wanted somewhere special.

He was so deep in thought, that when he stumbled across a potentially helpful conversation, he almost missed it.

“We shall have to lock it up securely,” McGonagall was saying, and Harry, about to come around the corner, paused and listened.

“It shouldn’t be too dangerous to the students,” Snape said, and Harry strained to hear what they were talking about.

“Still, I would rather they not be exposed to it,” McGonagall said. “I suggest that we lock and ward the room very securely. I cannot believe that the Board of Governors agreed to let that thing be stored here...”

Snape sighed. “I suppose that extra precautions are reasonable, although it will be behind its own wards, in addition to any we would add, so I suspect nothing would happen should a student inadvertently stumble upon the room.”

McGonagall made a disbelieving sound. “Nothing would happen?” she said, and Harry detected a bit of a shrill undertone to her voice. “A full-blooded Veela egg in the middle of a school, and you think nothing would happen?”

Snape snorted. “Well, there might be a slight increase in the... hormonal nature of the students, but really, Minerva, how would we even notice? Do you think them innocent children right now? I could tell you stories...”

“Spare me your lascivious tales of Slytherin high-jinx,” she said, interrupting him. “I’ve no doubt your students are amorously inclined, but my Gryffindors are not like that.”

Snape laughed derisively. “Indeed? Care to wager on that?”

McGonagall harrumphed. “Not on your life,” she said. “I would never put the students at risk like that.”

Snape chuckled. “There is no risk to students who are not already hormonally... active. That would be the seventh, possibly the sixth-years, who are no doubt engaging in such activities already. And nothing would happen at all if an incompatible couple got exposed. It might be quite enjoyable for a courting couple however. Imagine, having your every sexual experience heightened? That could be quite the...”

“Severus!” McGonagall’s voice was a warning, and the Deputy Headmaster stopped talking immediately. “I think it best for all concerned that we take all precautions possible to keep this temptation away from the students. All of them.”

Harry, completely intrigued, stuck his head back around the corner to see Snape nodding. “Of course, Headmistress,” he said. “I shall prepare the wards at once. As the egg is not scheduled to be here for days yet, I think we have some time...”

As they moved down the hallway, Harry made sure to mark the room they’d been standing in front of. He wondered what the state of the room was now. If only he knew someone who was good at Charms!

Hermione is great at Charms, he thought suddenly. All I have to do is figure a way that she’ll agree to help me with this.

Harry turned away, scheming. This called for some planning, and he knew just who might be motivated to help him.

~

“You want me to do what?” Ron screeched.

Harry shushed him, looking around nervously. “Shhh! And yeah, you should help me. It’s partly your fault that Draco was so angry at me,” he said.

“Look. I’m sorry about that, mate, but I still don’t think you should be trying to have sex in rooms that the professors have sealed off for any reason...”

“Ron, Snape admitted that they were being extra careful. Plus, the thing isn’t even there yet, and even if it were, think about it! Imagine having sex in a room where there’s a magical object that heightens sexual pleasure. I mean, what an opportunity! It would be the perfect Yule gift for Draco before he goes away for the holiday. At least Hermione is staying over the Yule with you. I’ll be all alone. You just don’t know how hard it is...”

Ron looked at him incredulously. “I don’t know how hard it is?” he hissed, moving closer. “Mate, Hermione is the hottest girl I have ever seen, and I know she’s just waiting for me to make a move, but we’ve no place to go either...” Ron paused, and smiled. “Tell you what. We get to use the room, too, and I’ll talk her into helping you set it up.”

Harry considered that. It would be nice to have a room all to themselves, but he had to admit this was a fair suggestion. And working out a schedule between the two couples would be eminently preferable to working one out involving tons of other people.

“All right, but we go first,” he said.

“Deal!” Ron grinned. “And I’ll help talk Hermione into it,” he said.

“Help talk me into what?”

They both jumped as Hermione spoke up from behind Ron.

“Into... ah... helping Harry to... erm... set up a room,” Ron stuttered.

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him, and turned to look at Harry. “What are you two plotting now?”

“Draco and I really need a place to be alone,” Harry blurted. “And I think I found just the place, but it may need some work.”

“Okay. So where is it?” she asked.

“A classroom. One that’s not being used. Well, at least not for classes.”

“What is it being used for?” she asked, crossing her arms.

“Something called a Veela egg,” Harry said. Her eyes widened as he recounted the conversation he’d overheard. When he stopped, Hermione pursed her lips.

“So, will you help us?” he asked, trying to look pathetic and pleading.

She tilted her head. “I’ve heard of these eggs. It could be dangerous,” she warned.

Ron interjected. “But, Hermione! If it’s a good place, then maybe we... I mean others, could...”

“Shush, Ron,” Hermione said absently, a distant look in her eyes. “I’m thinking.”

Harry grinned. That meant that Hermione was in.

She leaned forward, and both boys had to strain to listen. “What if I do some research about the nature of these eggs first? Then, if it’s really not dangerous to be exposed, I help you set up the room and, as payment, we get to use it after you, Harry, all right?”

Ron’s mouth fell open, and he stuttered. “We... what? I... erm...”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “I’m getting tired of waiting for you to make a move, Ron,” she said. “Now, there will be no excuse.”

Harry spared Ron a glance. He almost felt sorry for his friend once Hermione got him alone.

~

The wards on the room couldn’t withstand their combined Unlocking Charms, and the door slid open with a minimum of effort.

It was in pretty good shape, and Hermione declared that she could work with the furniture that was already there.

As they looked about, there wasn’t anything obvious in the room yet, no crates or boxes, and Harry let out a sigh of relief.

“Nothing seems to be here yet,” he said. “If we use it tonight, before they bring the egg, it’ll be perfect timing.”

Hermione nodded. “I know you’d hoped to have the experience of the egg, Harry,” she said. “But, after the research I did, I really think it’d be better if you avoided it for now. Maybe, when you and Draco become more serious...”

Harry nodded. He knew she was right. Hermione had done extensive research and had discovered that there were two types of Veela eggs. One type were apparently unparalleled pleasurable sensation inducers, the other type were used as fertility enhancers, even having been shown, in rare cases, to facilitate male wizard pregnancies. While the thought of a baby with blond hair and green eyes didn’t scare him, he wasn’t sure that Draco was quite ready for that level of commitment.

“I understand why you wanted the egg to be here,” she said. “The sexual enhancement properties are legendary, but I really think it’s best if you not take any chances with it. And there’s no way to tell which type it is, so what if it’s the other type of egg?”

“The professors would hardly bring it into the school if it was one the fertility ones, though, right?” Ron asked. “I mean, talk about asking for trouble...”

Hermione pursed her lips. “That’s probably true, but it doesn’t pay to take chances, though.”

Harry nodded. “You’re right. And while it might have been interesting to try it with a magical, sex-enhancing egg,” he said, blushing, “I just want my first time with Draco to be all natural, you know?”

At her understanding nod, he continued. “Maybe one day, if we decide we want to try to have children, we can get one of those eggs and try it then.”

She smiled. “I agree with you,” she said. “Well, and it looks as if you’re in luck. There’s no sign of it, so it should be all clear tonight. Although you should still use that spell I told you about to check for it before you and Draco use the room tonight. Just in case.”

“Yeah, I will,” Harry said. “And maybe I’ll check the Map, too, before we get here, just in case, and use the Cloak, just in the event someone’s watching the room.”

“Can we use those tomorrow night?” Hermione asked, cheeks pink tinged as Ron watched her speculatively.

“What if the egg’s here then?” he asked.

She smiled. “I’ve got it covered whichever type it is, Ron,” she said, and he blushed.

Harry grinned, watching them both. “Sure you can use it tomorrow,” he said. “So, will you help me get it ready for Draco?”

“Of course! I promised I would,” Hermione said, grinning. “So, what exactly will you need in here?”

“Wait. What if someone comes here after we leave and notices the changes?” Ron asked. “Won’t they know something’s off?”

Hermione nodded. “That’s a good thought, Ron,” she said. “I think I have just the thing, though...” She rummaged in her bag and pulled out a spell book. “I know I saw a Concealment Spell in here... Yes! Here it is. As long as no one suspects that there’s anything else in here, this should make it so that it looks the same as it did before we made the changes.”

“Excellent,” Harry said. “Let’s do it, then.”

Rubbing his hands together, Harry set about getting the room ready for his first time with Draco. This was going to be perfect!

~

Draco put down his book and got up. He planned to dress carefully for his date with Harry that night, although he wasn’t sure where they were going, and he expected he wouldn’t be wearing his clothes for that long, he still wanted to look good.

He trusted that where ever they ended up would be secure and comfortable. If it’s not, it’ll be an early night, he thought as he inspected himself in the mirror. He hoped he would be spending the night, though, especially given all the research he’d been doing.

Glancing once more at the book that lay open on his bed, he smiled at the erotic moving images, excited to get to try some of the things he’d seen illustrated there on Harry.

When he was ready, he strode through the Slytherin common room, inclining his head towards Blaise on the way out. “Don’t wait up,” he instructed, and both Blaise and Pansy rolled their eyes.

He found Harry waiting at the top of the dungeon stairs, and after a quick kiss, they proceeded to the room, holding hands.

“We have to be quiet,” Harry said, fumbling for his Map. “And I want to make sure that the room is clear before we go in.”

“Clear of what?” Draco asked, suspicious.

Harry blushed. “This room has been set aside for storage, but we don’t think they put anything in here yet, so we’re safe.” He unlocked the door using the charm Hermione had taught him, and it slid open soundlessly.

“What are they supposed to put here...?” Draco’s voice trailed off as he took in the romantically arranged room. There was an enormous bed in the middle, soft gold and green sheets adorning it, floating candles were everywhere, and on a table there were two goblets of what appeared to be spiced wine with a platter of fruit and pastries.

Harry smiled at the look on Draco’s face and, placing an arm around him, led him into the room.

“It’s perfect,” Draco breathed.

“Mmm, I thought so, too,” Harry agreed, nuzzling Draco’s neck gently. “So, do you like it?”

Draco nodded, relaxing back into Harry’s arms. “Well done, Harry,” he praised as he looked about, taking in the details.

Gratified, Harry pressed more firmly against him. “Perhaps we should get to the reason we’re here, hm?”

Draco smiled as he tilted his head to allow Harry better access to the sensitive skin of his neck. “Oh? Was there some other reason you brought me here, Potter?” he asked teasingly, shivering at Harry’s gentle nips against his throat.

Harry growled, his fingers plucking restlessly at the fabric of Draco’s robes that prevented him from exploring the warm skin beneath.

Draco closed his eyes at the sound of Harry’s excitement and with a smooth movement, slid out of Harry’s arms, turning to face him, eyes glowing with lust.

“I suppose I have to undress myself, since you seem to be having such trouble with it,” he said. Posing provocatively for a moment, Draco gracefully slipped out of his robes, and made a production of removing his shirt and trousers as well, until he was standing there clad only in his pants.

“Well?” he asked, a smile playing about his mouth when he saw the look on Harry’s face. “What are you waiting for? This is not as much fun with you all the way over there...”

“I was enjoying the view,” Harry said hoarsely, walking over to him slowly. He ran a gentle finger down the centre of Draco’s chest, surprising a low moan from him when he detoured to tweak a nipple.

“You have too many clothes on,” Draco whispered, and Harry nodded.

By the time Harry was naked, Draco was lounging on the bed, his legs spread as he fisted his cock leisurely, watching Harry’s approach with hooded eyes.

Harry settled next to him, sighing at the slide of skin against skin as their bodies touched. “Have you ever...?” he began, not sure exactly how to broach the topic.

Draco smiled. “I know the mechanics,” he said, “and I’ve been doing some research, but I’ve never actually done this either.”

Harry smoothed a stray blond hair back out of Draco’s eyes. “Research, hm?” At Draco’s flush, he smiled. “So, how do you want to do this, then?” he asked.

Draco smiled back. “I suppose we should just take turns,” he said. “The key appears to be lots of lubricant.”

“And being relaxed,” Harry said. “Apparently that’s important, too.”

“So, then, it’s my job to relax you,” Draco said, running his hands down Harry’s bare back.

Harry shuddered under Draco’s knowing fingers. “I’m not sure... how relaxed... I can be... with you... doing that...” he panted.

Draco pushed Harry off him, straddling his back and pressing him face down into the bed. “I know what you need,” he said. “A massage.”

Reaching for the bottle located on the table next to the bed, Draco prepared himself for what he was about to do.

“Draco, I... ohhhhh...” Harry moaned low in his throat as Draco’s agile hands rubbed oil over his tense muscles. “Oh gods, that feels good... Where did you learn to do this?”

A look of concentration on his face, Draco leaned into the kneading motion he was doing. “My father has a masseuse that comes to the house every weekend. I’ve been getting these since I was a child. After a while, I got interested and I made the masseuse teach me the technique.”

“Your father uses a masseuse? But isn’t that... awfully Muggle of him?”

Draco chuckled. “It was a witch, Harry, and since when has a Muggle versus non-Muggle idea mattered to my father’s comfort, as long as there are no actual Muggles involved?”

Harry, already too relaxed to speak, grunted. The way this felt, he was sure Lucius Malfoy wouldn’t have cared if a Blast-Ended Skrewt came to his house and did it!

“So, is this relaxing you?” Draco asked few moments later, his mouth close to Harry’s ear, the gusts of his breath tickling the sensitive skin there.

Harry’s eyes, which had closed, fluttered open. “Mmmm, yeah...” he mumbled, his body now boneless against the bed. “...’s great.”

“Hmm, maybe a bit too relaxed,” Draco said.

Harry yelped, almost jumping off the bed when Draco suddenly slapped his bare arse sharply. “Ow! What’d you do that for?” he asked, starting to rise up onto his knees.

Draco was already rubbing the pinkened skin to soothe it. “Just wanted to see if you were awake,” he said. “You seemed to be drifting off.”

“That hurt,” Harry said, pouting slightly.

Draco smiled wickedly. “Want me to kiss it better?” he asked.

Harry, his mouth open in shock from the mental images that suggestion gave him, yelped again, this time for a different reason.

Draco’s cool lips brushed his arse cheek, and he moaned slightly as he felt a wet tongue tracing nonsense patterns into the skin there.

“That... wow, Draco... I...”

“Mmm,” Draco said, licking his way to the crack of Harry’s arse.

Before Harry could tense up again, he felt his cheeks being spread open, a tingle of a Cleansing Charm, and the tentative brush of a tongue tip.

“Oh, Gods...” he moaned, his hands fisting in the sheets as the sensation of Draco licking him there ran through him.

Draco smiled slightly and continued what he was doing. He’d read about this in his book a few days ago, and ever since, he’d wondered if Harry might like it. From the sounds he was making, Harry liked it very much indeed.

Furling his tongue, Draco pushed inside that tiny aperture, eliciting a loud whine from Harry.

Harry was mindlessly humping the bed in an attempt to get some relief for his cock, which was now throbbing desperately. He moaned as firm hands held him steady, and Draco’s tongue pushed further inside him.

“Draco... please...”

Draco pulled away, his face wet, aroused from Harry’s intense reaction.

“Still relaxed?” he asked.

Harry shook his head. “I... Gods, that was incredible. Are you stopping?”

Busy slicking his fingers, Draco shook his head, then realizing Harry couldn’t see him, said, “No, I’m not stopping. I’m getting ready to fuck you. Is that okay?”

Harry shuddered, instinctively spreading his legs wider. “Please...”

Draco brushed a wet fingertip over Harry’s hole, amazed to see it slip in with a minimum of difficulty. “I think what I did before really helped to loosen things up,” he said. “You might need to do it to me later.”

As Harry moaned his agreement, Draco felt around, imagining how the tightness and heat would feel around his cock, and he inadvertently nudged what felt like a ridge.

“Ahhhh...” Harry said, pushing back onto Draco’s finger.

Draco mentally patted himself on the back for successfully finding Harry’s prostate, then introduced another finger, trying to hit that spot as often as possible as he continued opening Harry with his questing fingers.

In the meantime, Harry was awash in a sea of sensations. The feeling of Draco slowly and sensually opening him, the sensation of fullness he got, it was all overwhelming to his nerves, he felt as if he was about to fly apart.

“Draco, I’m gonna come...” he warned.

“Come then,” Draco whispered in his ear. “I love to watch you come.”

“Ohhh.....” Harry, unable to resist the rough silk of Draco’s voice, came spurting against the sheets, shouting as his orgasm overtook him.

As Harry lay there shaking in the aftermath, Draco rolled his pliant body over. “I have to see your face as we do this,” he said.

As Harry watched through heavy-lidded eyes, Draco slicked himself and, after carefully lining himself up and placing Harry’s legs over his shoulders, pushed slowly into Harry, dragging a groan from both of them.

Draco couldn’t believe how it felt to do this, to have Harry’s warmth stretched around him so tightly...

“Gods, Harry. You feel so good...” His words trailed off as Harry shifted slightly, still trying to find a comfortable position. Even that small movement felt heavenly around his aching cock, and Draco held himself still, afraid to move too much or too soon, knowing he’d never stop again once he started. “Are you okay?” Draco asked anxiously.

Harry, his eyes luminous, smiled up at him. “Yeah. It feels... weird, but good. I think....” He shifted again and Draco grit his teeth and hung on. “I think I need you to move.”

“Gladly,” Draco whispered, and leaning down, pressed a kiss to Harry’s lips before sliding himself almost completely out of Harry. He pushed in again, moaning at the cling of Harry’s flesh on his cock, and now there was no stopping him as he thrust and retreat in an ageless rhythm.

As Harry moved beneath him, Draco changed the angle of his thrusts, trying to find that spot...

Harry screamed and arched his back, his cock jumping and beginning to fill once more as Draco steadily pounded his prostate.

“Harry...” Draco panted. “This is... I can’t...”

“Let go, Draco,” Harry said, pulling him down for another heart-stopping kiss. “Come inside me now,” he whispered against Draco’s lips, and so, Draco did.

Burying his face in Harry’s neck, Draco spilled inside Harry’s welcoming body, a deep shudder wracking him before he came to a stop. He felt wetness between them and surmised that Harry must have come again as well. He felt hot, sweaty, sticky, thoroughly debauched, and utterly wonderful.

“Thank you, Harry,” he whispered.

Harry smiled and patted his back. “Thank you, Draco,” he murmured.

With a whispered Scourgify, Draco cleaned them up, and settled Harry in his arms. His last sight before falling into a deep and sated sleep was the oddly glowing egg sitting on the shelf across the bed from them.

~

Harry was still marveling at the silky texture of Draco’s hair under his fingertips when the door burst open and Hermione strode in.

Luckily, after their second lovemaking session, in which Harry had lovingly reenacted Draco’s incredible performance, they had both crawled under the blankets. They were still in the post-coital cuddling phase, actually, and so her frantic face just made Draco roll his eyes and made Harry smile goofily at her.

“Hello, Hermione,” he said, his fingers still carding through Draco’s hair. “Is something wrong?”

Looking about frantically, her eyes landed on a strangely glowing object on one of the shelves.

“Merlin, Harry! It’s here. On a whim, I cast the spell from the Gryffindor tower just now, and it lit up! Didn’t you see it?” She walked over to it and pointed almost accusingly. “I thought you were going to check for this thing.”

Harry, his eyes wide, sat up straight, then he relaxed. “It has to be the sex one,” he said. “It was really amazing, Hermione...”

She rolled her eyes. “You didn’t even check if it was here, did you?” she said. “And how do you know it wasn’t the other? There’s no way to tell!”

Draco sighed dramatically. “Will someone please tell me what is going on?” he said. “And why are you here, Granger? Harry and I were about to...”

She held up a hand. “Spare me the details,” she said. “Harry, tell him!”

Harry flushed and told Draco about the eggs. Draco’s eyes widened. “Merlin, Harry! I think we need to see if there’s a way to check if one of us is pregnant,” he said.

“But Draco, the sex was so amazing...”

Draco smiled and patted him on the cheek. “I’m a Malfoy, Harry. Of course it was amazing. I think we need to check and be sure, all right?”

Harry nodded. “All right. But if that wasn’t the sex one then I can’t imagine what that one must be like...”

“Get dressed!” Hermione snapped. “I’m going to Madam Pomfrey’s with you.”

Draco eyed her up and down. “We'll need a bit of privacy,” he said.

She huffed, but turned on her heel. “You’ve got ten minutes or I’m coming back in for you,” she said.

As the door slammed, Draco pulled Harry down with him and grinned wickedly. “I only need eight to do what I’m planning,” he said.

Harry whimpered.

~

“What exactly am I looking for?” Madam Pomfrey asked, running her wand over Draco.

Hermione, flustered, said, “Erm, nothing specific, Madam. He... erm, was exposed to an experimental potion.”

The mediwitch nodded. “Really. At six-thirty in the morning? You are all such dedicated students.”

Hermione blushed.

Pomfrey turned away from Draco. “Well, whatever ‘potion’ Mr. Malfoy might have been exposed to appears not to have affected him too adversely,” she said. “Were you exposed this morning, too, Mr. Potter?”

Harry nodded. “Several times,” he said, managing not to laugh as Draco turned away trying not to laugh as well, and Hermione closed her eyes in exasperation.

Madam Pomfrey raised an eyebrow, but she scanned him with her wand. With pursed lips, she completed her scan and said, “You seem to be fine, Mr. Potter.”

Harry relaxed, letting out the breath he’d been holding, and smiled at Draco.

“And the baby is fine, too,” she added.

“Wait... WHAT?” Draco, asked, going even paler than he naturally was.

“Mr. Potter is pregnant,” she said matter-of-factly. “I imagine it was because of prolonged exposure to that infernal Veela egg. I did warn them that it was a mistake to bring it here, but do they ever listen to me? No...”

Draco’s mouth fell open. “He’s... I’m...”

Madam Pomfrey closed her potions bag with a snap. “Indeed, Mr. Malfoy, he’s and you’re... so you’d best decide what you’re going to do.”

Draco was staring, open-mouthed, at Harry, whose eyes were enormous behind his glasses. “I... we...?”

“Are you upset?” Draco asked Harry, grabbing his hand and holding on.

Harry’s mouth closed with a snap. He shook his head and squeezed Draco’s hand tightly. “Not upset, exactly, just... surprised,” he managed.

“Oh, for...” Hermione rolled her eyes and turned to Harry. “Harry, do you want this baby?” she asked.

Eyes still caught by Draco’s, Harry nodded slowly. “Oh, yes,” he said.

Hermione turned to Draco. “How about you, Draco? Do you want...?”

“Yes,” he said, cutting her off and stepping close to Harry to cup his cheek. “Very, very much.”

Madam Pomfrey, smiling mistily, dabbed discreetly at her eyes before walking away to give them some privacy.

Hermione smiled, relieved. “Great, then all you have to do now is break the news to your parents, Draco. And I guess Harry will be going home with you for the holidays?”

Two identical shock-filled eyes turned to look at her.

~

Lucius walked into the sitting room where Narcissa was.

“So, what did Draco have to say?” she asked, setting aside the book she’d been reading.

“He said he wished to stay at Hogwarts for the Yule Holiday, and I told him that wasn’t possible.”

Narcissa nodded. “So, when is he coming home?”

Lucius sat down heavily. “This evening. And he’s bringing... someone with him.”

Narcissa perked up. “Oh? Anyone we know?”

“I’m afraid so.”

“Well? Don’t keep me in suspense, Lucius,” Narcissa said.

Lucius closed his eyes and pinched his nose as if staving off a headache. “It’s Potter.”

“Pot... as in Harry Potter?”

“Do you know of any others?” he asked. “Apparently they have become quite... close.”

“How close?”

“Very. They are requesting rooms on the same floor. In the same vicinity.”

Narcissa pursed her lips. “Oh. Well, I’d better let the house-elves know.”

“Narcissa! This is Harry Potter we’re discussing. Draco is being buggered by Harry Potter!”

Narcissa rose and walked over to him. She patted his arm lightly. “Yes, I realize, dear,” she said. “But he did win the war. And he is a powerful young man. There could be worse things.”

“Like what?” Lucius growled.

“Like you still being in Azkaban.”

Lucius sighed. She was right, of course. Potter had been instrumental in getting their family name cleared, and for that alone, Lucius owed him a debt.

“It will be fine, dear,” Narcissa soothed. As she left to make the preparations for the visit, Lucius shook his head.

“My son is Harry Potter’s lover,” he said to the empty room. “Merlin help me.”

Unfortunately, Merlin didn’t answer.

~

“Are you ready?” Draco asked.

Harry, checking his appearance once again in the mirror, nodded nervously.

Draco came up behind him and pulled him into an embrace. “You look perfect,” he said, dropping a kiss on the nape of Harry’s neck, “and they’ll think so, too.”

Harry sighed, his eyes meeting Draco’s in the mirror. “I hope you’re right.” he said.

Everyone else had already gone home for the holiday, with very few people remaining behind. Earlier, Harry had seen a smiling Ron and Hermione off. Since they’d had free use of ‘the room’ the night before, Harry attributed Ron’s gobsmacked look and Hermione’s smug manner to great sex, although he didn’t ask, not really wanting to know.

As hard as it had been to do, he and Draco had just gone back to cuddling and falling asleep together, although now that Harry knew what sex with Draco was like, his body seemed to be clamoring for it all the time.

Harry couldn’t believe that Draco’s parents, one of whom had once almost tried to kill him, were as accepting as Draco said they were of their relationship. Draco swore they were, though. Harry could only wonder what he’d told them about him.

Yes, the war was over, and yes, the Malfoys had aligned themselves with the side of Light, yet Harry couldn’t help but worry about spending several days at Malfoy Manor over the holidays, especially since, according to Draco, his parents hadn’t known anything about their relationship before he’d Floo-called them that morning.

Still, he could handle himself. He HAD defeated Voldemort, after all. Harry vowed to keep his wand close at all times as a precaution.

Draco had already grabbed the Floo powder, and was now holding Harry’s hand. After a kiss, he tossed the powder into the fireplace, yelling, “Malfoy Manor,” and dragging Harry in after him.

It was the first time he’d traveled by Floo that he hadn’t stumbled out of it. Draco stepped out gracefully, and, since he was holding onto Harry, Harry managed not to land up on his knees, no small feat for him.

It was a good thing, too, as, waiting for them were both Lord and Lady Malfoy. Narcissa stepped forward first and extended her hand.

“Welcome to my home, Mr. Potter,” she said.

Harry took her hand, grateful that Draco had warned him about this, and after bowing low, kissed it very lightly.

She smiled and moved to the side to allow Lucius to approach.

Harry stood straight up as Lucius stepped up to him. He’d grown a lot since their first encounter so many years ago, but Lucius was slightly still taller than Harry, and he tried to use it to his advantage.

“Welcome, Mr. Potter,” he said, regally holding out a hand.

Harry took it without visible hesitation and shook it warmly. Lucius’ chilly gaze thawed.

“I understand congratulations are in order,” he said, his cool eyes running over Harry inquisitively.

Harry blushed. “I... er...”

Lucius held up a hand. “I hope I haven’t embarrassed you, Mr. Potter. That was certainly not my intention. Perhaps we can retire to the parlour and discuss this further. We knew about your association with our son, of course, but Draco has not told us nearly enough about the circumstances surrounding your... relationship.”

Harry was relieved when Draco came up next to him. “That’s because we wanted to tell you and Mother together, Father,” he said smoothly.

Lucius inclined his head. “Indeed.”

As they followed the elder Malfoys, Harry whispered to Draco, “Did you tell them about us?”

Draco shook his head.

“Then how did they know?” he muttered.

Draco rolled his eyes. “They didn’t. They’re just pretending they did so they don’t look bad,” he said, sotto voce.

“Or, maybe they did know...” Harry said, his voice trailing off as he entered what was probably the most opulent room he’d ever seen.

The ceiling was at least twenty feet high with scenes gilded onto it of witches and wizards flying about on brooms... “It’s a Quidditch match!” he exclaimed.

Draco smiled. “Yes, it’s a depiction of what’s thought to be the first official Quidditch match ever.”

“Have a seat,” Lucius invited, leading them over to a group of silk-covered chairs where an elaborate tea had been laid out.

As a house-elf served, Narcissa inquired about how their school work was going, and about NEWTs.

Harry relaxed as the conversation seemed to be going well.

Draco managed to skirt the question of exactly how long they’d been dating, making it sound as if they’d fallen for each other slowly over the course of years. There had been a tense moment when Narcissa had brought up Snape and Draco’s flight from Hogwarts on the night of Dumbledore’s death, but that was smoothed over by Harry saying how quickly Dumbledore’s portrait had cleared their names, and explaining how much help Draco had been in the subsequent war effort.

Soon, it was evening, and Narcissa offered to have a house-elf show them to their rooms. Dinner was to be at eight, and after bidding them a good evening, she and Lucius watched them depart the room.

“Why do you think they chose now to tell us?” Lucius asked, settling back into his seat.

Narcissa sighed. “The only reason I can think of is that Draco must be pregnant.”

Lucius’ mouth dropped open.

She smiled. “Well, you were thinking it, too! After all, why even tell us otherwise?”

Lucius’ head fell in his hands.

~

Dinner was a quiet affair. Harry was exhausted. He had needed a nap earlier, and had lain down, only to stare at the ceiling as Draco’d snored softly next to him. He was exhausted, what with worrying about how the Malfoys would receive the news of the pregnancy.

He’d eventually fallen asleep, only to be awoken in a very pleasant way by Draco sucking him sensually back to awareness.

In his dream, Harry was floating in warm water, drifting, until something warm and silky had fastened itself to his cock. It flickered lightly along it, playing each nerve ending expertly...

“Draco...” he moaned, spreading his legs wider and arching up into the heat.

A muffled answer vibrated up his cock and before he knew it, Harry was coming in hard spasms down Draco’s throat.

He smiled as Draco’s lips appeared at his face and plundered his mouth, sharing his own taste with him. “Great way to wake up,” he mumbled, still dazed.

Draco smiled against his lips. “One of my very favorites,” he said.

Harry, feeling the evidence of Draco’s arousal against his hip, quickly brought Draco off with wicked pulls and twists of his hand, smothering Draco’s cry of release with a deep kiss.

It was two very sated and relaxed young men who showed up for dinner with about two minutes to spare.

Dinner proceeded smoothly, and Harry was mostly quiet, the majority of his time spent in watching Draco carefully for clues about which item of cutlery to use for which course.

Just before dessert, Lucius couldn’t take it anymore, deciding that he had to know whether Narcissa’s theory was correct.

“So, is there anything more you wish to tell us about your association?” he asked, directing the question towards Draco.

Draco blinked. “I... don’t know what else there is to tell,” he prevaricated.

Lucius pursed his lips. “We get the impression that your relationship with Mr. Potter... Harry has remained a bit of a secret up until this point. We are simply wondering if there is a reason that you chose now to tell.”

Draco smiled and took Harry’s hand. “It just seemed like a good time to do it,” he said.

“There’s no other reason?” Narcissa pressed.

Harry, mostly silent up until now, spoke. “We wanted to be sure that you got used to the idea before anything else happens.”

“Anything else? Like what?” Lucius asked, fingering the stem of his wine goblet as he stared at them.

“Like... children,” Draco said, blushing.

Narcissa smiled triumphantly at Lucius before she jumped to her feet. “Oh, Draco! Are you... pregnant?”

Draco’s eyes widened. “No! I... no, Mother. This was just because we’re serious, and we wanted you to know in case...”

“I’m pregnant,” Harry said.

Lucius’ mouth fell open.

Narcissa squealed, and running over to Harry, hugged him tightly. “You’re giving us grandchildren. Lucius, they’re giving us grandchildren!”

Lucius smiled broadly. “This is exceptional news,” he said.

Now Draco’s and Harry’s mouths dropped open in shock.

“I... but... what?” Draco said, blinking.

Lucius settled back into his chair. “The family needs an infusion of good, powerful blood, Draco. I am pleased.” Turning towards a gobsmacked Harry, Lucius said, “Welcome to the family, Mr. Potter.”

As Narcissa fussed over Harry, and Lucius plied Draco with brandy, all of Harry’s concerns were finally assuaged, and he slept very well that night, securely wrapped in Draco’s arms.

And down the hall, Narcissa, also wrapped in her husband’s arms, sighed.

“Are you truly happy about this, Lucius?” she asked softly in the darkness.

She could feel him nod his head. “Indeed. I am quite pleased that my son has assured the existence of the next generation of Malfoys,” he said.

“And that it’s Harry that’s pregnant,” she guessed.

He shrugged, unable to keep the triumph out of his voice. “I will admit to being pleased about that as well,” he said. “It means that Draco is buggering Harry Potter instead of the other way around, and this is a cause for celebration. After all, Malfoys should bottom for no one.”

Narcissa smiled and snuggled closer. She’d known her scheme to get that Veela egg placed at Hogwarts would bear fruit somehow.

~Fin