Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy -Then There Were Four - WIP - NC-17 - Part Five
Title: Then There Were Four (Part Five)
Author: screaminglungs
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco with a side order of Ron/Hermione and others.
Summary: Draco comes home from Hermione's house utterly furious at Harry one day for discussing their future and not consulting him. This starts a chain of events which will change their family life forever.
Warnings: MPREG!
Info: This is a multi-chaptered fic from the Snuffles Universe and all other parts can be read at my journal.
HEY ALL! Sorry for the delay in the update! Understatement, I know. Anyway here is part five! THANK YOU to my beta kcstories
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
The alarm on the calendar Severus had given them went off for the fourth day, just as Draco placed a huge plate of risotto in front of Harry.
He wandered back into the kitchen and took the last test tube from the Muggle fridge they owned. He took it back to his husband, who smiled and accepted it gratefully.
Draco sat opposite him at the table and grinned at the dark haired man. Harry drank the potion down in one go and grimaced; he made a face and quickly began to shovel food into his mouth to get rid of the foul taste.
“Haaarreee?” Draco said in a suspicious sing-song voice.
“Yes?” Harry raised an eyebrow at the Slytherin. He was familiar with that tone. It meant nothing but trouble.
“When was the last time you actually bottomed?” Draco asked innocently, and then he grinned even more when Harry choked on a mouthful of gooey rice and cheese. Draco pushed the pitcher of ice water across the table. Harry poured himself a glass and gulped it down. “The evil grin never leaving his face, Draco waited until his husband had composed himself
“Excuse me?” Harry’s voice broke and he began to turn a little pale.
“I said, when was the last time you actually bottomed?”
“I don’t know. A few weeks ago?” Harry replied vaguely and looked up startled when Draco snorted indignantly.
“More like months!”
“So I haven’t done it in a while, what’s the big deal?”
Draco watched the blush creep further and further down Harry’s neck. He knew that the other man had never really felt comfortable bottoming, and had only done it because Draco asked him to, on the odd occasion. It was never an issue. Draco was a proud, pushy bottom and he would tell anyone the same thing, himself. He just enjoyed teasing his partner. He was looking forward to that evening. Any excuse to tease Harry was a good one.
“I just wanted to remind you that, this evening, you’re going to have to,” Draco said nonchalantly, as he picked a piece of chicken off of his plate and popped it into his mouth.
“Yeah I know,” Harry snapped, as he continued eating, even if he was fast losing his appetite.
Draco could see Harry was getting agitated and he loved it. He chuckled softly, which earned him another glare from the Gryffindor opposite him.
“You know, I’d think you’d be a little more supportive!” Harry suddenly snapped, as Draco continued to laugh.
“I am. It’s just the thought of you…,” Draco was cut off by his own giggling. He had put his fork down and was making hand gestures. Harry dropped his fork onto his own plate and the clatter snapped Draco out of his giggling stupor. Harry’s face looked thunderous.
“Thanks Draco, just thanks.” Harry got up from his seat and stormed from the room. Not long after, Draco heard their bedroom door slam, and he was glad Alex was staying with Ron and Hermione tonight. He sighed heavily. Maybe he shouldn’t have done that, but that was how they had always communicated. Had there ever been a time when they hadn’t teased each other mercilessly? He’d only been trying to lighten the mood.
Harry had been quiet all day today, and he didn’t know what to do to make him feel better. He knew how nerve-wracking this whole experience was and he just wanted to take Harry’s mind off of it, for a little while. He looked at what was left of their dinner and sighed. He picked up both their plates and trudged into the kitchen,
So much for trying to make this evening romantic... When was he going to learn to just shut his big mouth?
When Draco walked into their bedroom five minutes later, Harry was sitting in the middle of their bed, crossed legged and staring at the sheets. He winced as Draco shut the door behind him.
“Harry?” Draco’s voice was small and apologetic. Harry looked up at him with a blank expression.
“What?” Harry sounded bored and Draco grimaced. He’d really pissed him off.
“I’m sorry, I just wanted to…”
“Make me feel like shit?” Harry crossed his arms over his chest; he wasn’t going to make this easy for Draco. When Draco was going through this, Harry had bent himself backwards to make him happy. They had booked into a fancy hotel, they had spent the entire weekend making love, he had done everything he could to make Draco feel comfortable and all he got now were snide remarks.
“No, that’s the last thing I wanted, I wanted to just lighten the mood for a bit! Everything is so tense right now, and I just wanted to take your mind off of everything,” Draco whined. He sat at the end of the bed and reached out to take Harry’s hand. Harry kept his arms folded. Draco sat back and stared at his own lap in disappointment. He really hadn’t meant to be mean.
“By reminding me of the one thing I’m actually nervous about; how was that supposed to work?”
“Merlin, Harry, I said I’m sorry!” Draco sounded exasperated, but Harry didn’t really care.
“I know. I just really need your support right now. This is really hard for me,” Harry whispered. He hadn’t said anything about being worried about this, before.
“Then why didn’t you say something earlier, we wouldn’t have done…” Draco sounded unsure and hurt; maybe this had been a horrible mistake, forcing all of this onto Harry.
“No, Draco! Don’t think that for a second! I do want this, I really do! I just need you to hold my hand and tell me this is all going to work out, alright?” Harry smiled softly and squeezed Draco’s hand, but the blonde could feel him shaking. Draco tugged on Harry’s hand pulled him into a tight hug.
“I love you. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you,” Draco whispered into Harry’s hair. Harry moved back and looked into his lover’s grey eyes.
“Shall we start this again?” Harry grinned softly and Draco pushed that famous dark hair back behind his ear.
“Deal,” Draco whispered, before sealing their lips together. They intertwined their fingers and deepened the kiss. With his other hand, Draco clutched at the font of Harry’s faded grey t-shirt and moaned as Harry’s tongue flicked across the roof of his mouth.
“Why don’t we go and have a shower?” Harry whispered hoarsely, as they broke apart.
Twenty minutes later, when the shower had run cold, two dishevelled young men re-entered their bedroom. They hadn’t taken a shower together in ages except to save time.
Harry missed the time they used to spend just kissing and groping each other in between washing their hair and scrubbing each other’s backs.
Harry sat on the edge of their bed and smiled up at Draco, who was running a white plush towel through his hair. He looked beautiful when he was wet, standing so proudly naked. Harry had to bite back a groan.
“I’m sorry about before, hun,” Harry said softly, as he reached out and ran a finger along a droplet of water trickling down Draco’s stomach. Draco threw the towel across the room, into the laundry basket in the corner, and looked down at Harry with a relaxed, soft expression his lover rarely saw. “Hmm?”
“I said I was sorry about before,” Harry whispered. For some reason, he felt that he should be quiet. Their house so rarely was, these days, and he wanted to savour it.
Draco smiled down at him, and instead of responding, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Harry’s lips.
Harry slipped his arms around Draco’s bare waist and held onto his husband. They deepened the kiss, until Draco sat astride Harry’s towel covered thighs.
“Are you sure you’re going to be alright with this?” Draco pulled back from the kiss and stared down at Harry. Harry felt bad for making Draco so concerned. It wasn’t like he was a virgin; he had bottomed before. He just hadn’t done it in so long, that he’d built it up in his head to be more than it actually was.
Harry pushed a stray tendril of wet caramel hair behind Draco’s ear and smiled reassuringly at the blonde. “I’m going to be fine.”
Draco smiled and pressed a kiss to the corner of Harry’s mouth. They reclined back onto the bed and kissed passionately, Harry would never get sick of hearing the needy little noises Draco always made when they kissed this way, just like it was the first time, and they were desperate to get inside one another’s skin. Draco began to slowly grind his cock into Harry’s towel covered groin, making the raven haired man groan.
“Time to say goodbye to this towel, I think,” Draco whispered into Harry’s ear, before licking along his lobe and plunging his tongue inside. He loved making Harry whimper.
“Okay, but ease up on the grinding action. I won’t last much longer if you’re not careful,” Harry sighed and lay back on the bed, while Draco ripped the towel from his hips and planted himself back into position astride him.
Draco leaned forward so their chests were pressed together, making Harry groan; and he groaned louder still, when their hips aligned and their groins were pressed together deliciously Draco’s warm breath was in his ear once more and Harry squirmed beneath him.
“No, Harry, you’ll last. I’m going to get you so fucking turned on, that you won’t even notice when I finally sink into you. How does that sound?” Draco whispered hotly against Harry’s neck. Harry threw his head back and whined.
“Answer me, honey.” Draco bit sharply at Harry neck, making his eyes fly open. Draco was really taking to his new and slightly more dominant role quite well.
“That sounds perfect,” Harry sighed, when Draco began to thrust his hips lazily against his own.
“Good.” Draco leaned back and grinned down at him, more like leered; the bastard really was enjoying this.
Draco Malfoy was certainly a man of his word. There was no place on Harry’s body that was left untouched, unsucked or unlicked, and by the time Draco had two fingers inside him, Harry was babbling incoherently, and begging Draco to fuck him. Draco couldn’t stop himself from smirking; Harry was always so easily won over.
Harry lay back against their cool sheets, resting his head comfortably on his pillow, while Draco settled between his legs
His left leg was hooked over Draco’s shoulder and when Draco pushed into him, their eyes met. Something passed between them in that moment. They were doing something far more significant than just fucking, than making love, here. They were changing their lives permanently. From then on, nothing would be the same. Draco smiled softly at Harry. All smirking was done with, because this was not a moment for smugness, it was a moment for quiet reflection on the love they shared, the child they were making, and how close they had become.
Just a few short thrusts, and Draco was fully inside Harry, and it wasn’t until he elicited a gasp from his lover, that Draco was snapped from his reverie, and he began to move, slowly.
Rolling his hips gently at first, Draco began to build a rhythm that made Harry’s breathing hitch every time he pushed inwards.
One of Draco’s hands found its way into Harry’s ever unruly hair, which was curling at the nape of his neck, as his skin broke out in a light sheen of sweat. The other hand found its way into Harry’s own. Their fingers intertwined together, as Draco began to thrust less steadily. His breathing had turned more erratic, and became even more so when Harry dragged his head down for a bruising kiss
He sucked on Draco’s tongue hungrily, causing the blonde to shudder in delight.
Draco could feel a trickle of sweat rolling down his back. It was mopped up by Harry’s hand that moved from Draco’s hair, down his back, to grip at his buttocks, pulling Draco’s hips more tightly against his own.
Draco broke their kiss and panted for air, as he propped himself up on his left elbow and reached between their sweat slicked bodies to grab for Harry’s prick, hard, leaking and trapped between their bodies.
Harry released a series of whimpers when Draco began to stroke him with firm caresses; his own hips snapping against Harry’s as he fought to remain in control. He leaned in and resumed their passionate kiss.
A moment later, he felt Harry clench around him and come hotly over his hand. Harry keened as he came, burying his hand into Draco’s hair and tugging at the roots as he panted into Draco’s mouth.
It took two more sharp thrusts before Draco was coming inside Harry. Their eyes locked when Draco shuddered uncontrollably atop his lover.
Harry smiled lazily at the blonde and sighed as he felt a tingle of magic wash over him. He remembered Draco talking about such a sensation that weekend at the hotel, and his grin widened. Draco had no control over his facial expression he could barely hold himself up; that’s how badly he was shaking.
He had forgotten how good topping could be and frankly, he was proud of himself for lasting for more than a few embarrassing thrusts inside Harry’s tight body.
“Are you alright?” Harry whispered. His voice sounded so harsh after a silence that had only been filled by panting breaths.
Draco managed a quirk of lips, before he collapsed on top of Harry and was soon enveloped in his lover’s muscled arms
Harry rolled them over, so that Draco was lying on his side next to him on the bed and slipped out of Harry’s body with a wet sucking sound.
“Draco?”
Draco hadn’t realised that his eyes had slipped closed, until Harry whispered his name. He opened them again and looked at Harry, his green eyes wide and glistened, his hair even more dishevelled and his skin flushed. He looked gorgeous. Draco smiled lazily and cupped Harry’s face. “I’m perfect, just perfect.”
Harry smiled back softly before they muttered a cleaning spell and slipped into sleep.
Author: screaminglungs
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco with a side order of Ron/Hermione and others.
Summary: Draco comes home from Hermione's house utterly furious at Harry one day for discussing their future and not consulting him. This starts a chain of events which will change their family life forever.
Warnings: MPREG!
Info: This is a multi-chaptered fic from the Snuffles Universe and all other parts can be read at my journal.
HEY ALL! Sorry for the delay in the update! Understatement, I know. Anyway here is part five! THANK YOU to my beta kcstories
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
The alarm on the calendar Severus had given them went off for the fourth day, just as Draco placed a huge plate of risotto in front of Harry.
He wandered back into the kitchen and took the last test tube from the Muggle fridge they owned. He took it back to his husband, who smiled and accepted it gratefully.
Draco sat opposite him at the table and grinned at the dark haired man. Harry drank the potion down in one go and grimaced; he made a face and quickly began to shovel food into his mouth to get rid of the foul taste.
“Haaarreee?” Draco said in a suspicious sing-song voice.
“Yes?” Harry raised an eyebrow at the Slytherin. He was familiar with that tone. It meant nothing but trouble.
“When was the last time you actually bottomed?” Draco asked innocently, and then he grinned even more when Harry choked on a mouthful of gooey rice and cheese. Draco pushed the pitcher of ice water across the table. Harry poured himself a glass and gulped it down. “The evil grin never leaving his face, Draco waited until his husband had composed himself
“Excuse me?” Harry’s voice broke and he began to turn a little pale.
“I said, when was the last time you actually bottomed?”
“I don’t know. A few weeks ago?” Harry replied vaguely and looked up startled when Draco snorted indignantly.
“More like months!”
“So I haven’t done it in a while, what’s the big deal?”
Draco watched the blush creep further and further down Harry’s neck. He knew that the other man had never really felt comfortable bottoming, and had only done it because Draco asked him to, on the odd occasion. It was never an issue. Draco was a proud, pushy bottom and he would tell anyone the same thing, himself. He just enjoyed teasing his partner. He was looking forward to that evening. Any excuse to tease Harry was a good one.
“I just wanted to remind you that, this evening, you’re going to have to,” Draco said nonchalantly, as he picked a piece of chicken off of his plate and popped it into his mouth.
“Yeah I know,” Harry snapped, as he continued eating, even if he was fast losing his appetite.
Draco could see Harry was getting agitated and he loved it. He chuckled softly, which earned him another glare from the Gryffindor opposite him.
“You know, I’d think you’d be a little more supportive!” Harry suddenly snapped, as Draco continued to laugh.
“I am. It’s just the thought of you…,” Draco was cut off by his own giggling. He had put his fork down and was making hand gestures. Harry dropped his fork onto his own plate and the clatter snapped Draco out of his giggling stupor. Harry’s face looked thunderous.
“Thanks Draco, just thanks.” Harry got up from his seat and stormed from the room. Not long after, Draco heard their bedroom door slam, and he was glad Alex was staying with Ron and Hermione tonight. He sighed heavily. Maybe he shouldn’t have done that, but that was how they had always communicated. Had there ever been a time when they hadn’t teased each other mercilessly? He’d only been trying to lighten the mood.
Harry had been quiet all day today, and he didn’t know what to do to make him feel better. He knew how nerve-wracking this whole experience was and he just wanted to take Harry’s mind off of it, for a little while. He looked at what was left of their dinner and sighed. He picked up both their plates and trudged into the kitchen,
So much for trying to make this evening romantic... When was he going to learn to just shut his big mouth?
When Draco walked into their bedroom five minutes later, Harry was sitting in the middle of their bed, crossed legged and staring at the sheets. He winced as Draco shut the door behind him.
“Harry?” Draco’s voice was small and apologetic. Harry looked up at him with a blank expression.
“What?” Harry sounded bored and Draco grimaced. He’d really pissed him off.
“I’m sorry, I just wanted to…”
“Make me feel like shit?” Harry crossed his arms over his chest; he wasn’t going to make this easy for Draco. When Draco was going through this, Harry had bent himself backwards to make him happy. They had booked into a fancy hotel, they had spent the entire weekend making love, he had done everything he could to make Draco feel comfortable and all he got now were snide remarks.
“No, that’s the last thing I wanted, I wanted to just lighten the mood for a bit! Everything is so tense right now, and I just wanted to take your mind off of everything,” Draco whined. He sat at the end of the bed and reached out to take Harry’s hand. Harry kept his arms folded. Draco sat back and stared at his own lap in disappointment. He really hadn’t meant to be mean.
“By reminding me of the one thing I’m actually nervous about; how was that supposed to work?”
“Merlin, Harry, I said I’m sorry!” Draco sounded exasperated, but Harry didn’t really care.
“I know. I just really need your support right now. This is really hard for me,” Harry whispered. He hadn’t said anything about being worried about this, before.
“Then why didn’t you say something earlier, we wouldn’t have done…” Draco sounded unsure and hurt; maybe this had been a horrible mistake, forcing all of this onto Harry.
“No, Draco! Don’t think that for a second! I do want this, I really do! I just need you to hold my hand and tell me this is all going to work out, alright?” Harry smiled softly and squeezed Draco’s hand, but the blonde could feel him shaking. Draco tugged on Harry’s hand pulled him into a tight hug.
“I love you. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you,” Draco whispered into Harry’s hair. Harry moved back and looked into his lover’s grey eyes.
“Shall we start this again?” Harry grinned softly and Draco pushed that famous dark hair back behind his ear.
“Deal,” Draco whispered, before sealing their lips together. They intertwined their fingers and deepened the kiss. With his other hand, Draco clutched at the font of Harry’s faded grey t-shirt and moaned as Harry’s tongue flicked across the roof of his mouth.
“Why don’t we go and have a shower?” Harry whispered hoarsely, as they broke apart.
Twenty minutes later, when the shower had run cold, two dishevelled young men re-entered their bedroom. They hadn’t taken a shower together in ages except to save time.
Harry missed the time they used to spend just kissing and groping each other in between washing their hair and scrubbing each other’s backs.
Harry sat on the edge of their bed and smiled up at Draco, who was running a white plush towel through his hair. He looked beautiful when he was wet, standing so proudly naked. Harry had to bite back a groan.
“I’m sorry about before, hun,” Harry said softly, as he reached out and ran a finger along a droplet of water trickling down Draco’s stomach. Draco threw the towel across the room, into the laundry basket in the corner, and looked down at Harry with a relaxed, soft expression his lover rarely saw. “Hmm?”
“I said I was sorry about before,” Harry whispered. For some reason, he felt that he should be quiet. Their house so rarely was, these days, and he wanted to savour it.
Draco smiled down at him, and instead of responding, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Harry’s lips.
Harry slipped his arms around Draco’s bare waist and held onto his husband. They deepened the kiss, until Draco sat astride Harry’s towel covered thighs.
“Are you sure you’re going to be alright with this?” Draco pulled back from the kiss and stared down at Harry. Harry felt bad for making Draco so concerned. It wasn’t like he was a virgin; he had bottomed before. He just hadn’t done it in so long, that he’d built it up in his head to be more than it actually was.
Harry pushed a stray tendril of wet caramel hair behind Draco’s ear and smiled reassuringly at the blonde. “I’m going to be fine.”
Draco smiled and pressed a kiss to the corner of Harry’s mouth. They reclined back onto the bed and kissed passionately, Harry would never get sick of hearing the needy little noises Draco always made when they kissed this way, just like it was the first time, and they were desperate to get inside one another’s skin. Draco began to slowly grind his cock into Harry’s towel covered groin, making the raven haired man groan.
“Time to say goodbye to this towel, I think,” Draco whispered into Harry’s ear, before licking along his lobe and plunging his tongue inside. He loved making Harry whimper.
“Okay, but ease up on the grinding action. I won’t last much longer if you’re not careful,” Harry sighed and lay back on the bed, while Draco ripped the towel from his hips and planted himself back into position astride him.
Draco leaned forward so their chests were pressed together, making Harry groan; and he groaned louder still, when their hips aligned and their groins were pressed together deliciously Draco’s warm breath was in his ear once more and Harry squirmed beneath him.
“No, Harry, you’ll last. I’m going to get you so fucking turned on, that you won’t even notice when I finally sink into you. How does that sound?” Draco whispered hotly against Harry’s neck. Harry threw his head back and whined.
“Answer me, honey.” Draco bit sharply at Harry neck, making his eyes fly open. Draco was really taking to his new and slightly more dominant role quite well.
“That sounds perfect,” Harry sighed, when Draco began to thrust his hips lazily against his own.
“Good.” Draco leaned back and grinned down at him, more like leered; the bastard really was enjoying this.
Draco Malfoy was certainly a man of his word. There was no place on Harry’s body that was left untouched, unsucked or unlicked, and by the time Draco had two fingers inside him, Harry was babbling incoherently, and begging Draco to fuck him. Draco couldn’t stop himself from smirking; Harry was always so easily won over.
Harry lay back against their cool sheets, resting his head comfortably on his pillow, while Draco settled between his legs
His left leg was hooked over Draco’s shoulder and when Draco pushed into him, their eyes met. Something passed between them in that moment. They were doing something far more significant than just fucking, than making love, here. They were changing their lives permanently. From then on, nothing would be the same. Draco smiled softly at Harry. All smirking was done with, because this was not a moment for smugness, it was a moment for quiet reflection on the love they shared, the child they were making, and how close they had become.
Just a few short thrusts, and Draco was fully inside Harry, and it wasn’t until he elicited a gasp from his lover, that Draco was snapped from his reverie, and he began to move, slowly.
Rolling his hips gently at first, Draco began to build a rhythm that made Harry’s breathing hitch every time he pushed inwards.
One of Draco’s hands found its way into Harry’s ever unruly hair, which was curling at the nape of his neck, as his skin broke out in a light sheen of sweat. The other hand found its way into Harry’s own. Their fingers intertwined together, as Draco began to thrust less steadily. His breathing had turned more erratic, and became even more so when Harry dragged his head down for a bruising kiss
He sucked on Draco’s tongue hungrily, causing the blonde to shudder in delight.
Draco could feel a trickle of sweat rolling down his back. It was mopped up by Harry’s hand that moved from Draco’s hair, down his back, to grip at his buttocks, pulling Draco’s hips more tightly against his own.
Draco broke their kiss and panted for air, as he propped himself up on his left elbow and reached between their sweat slicked bodies to grab for Harry’s prick, hard, leaking and trapped between their bodies.
Harry released a series of whimpers when Draco began to stroke him with firm caresses; his own hips snapping against Harry’s as he fought to remain in control. He leaned in and resumed their passionate kiss.
A moment later, he felt Harry clench around him and come hotly over his hand. Harry keened as he came, burying his hand into Draco’s hair and tugging at the roots as he panted into Draco’s mouth.
It took two more sharp thrusts before Draco was coming inside Harry. Their eyes locked when Draco shuddered uncontrollably atop his lover.
Harry smiled lazily at the blonde and sighed as he felt a tingle of magic wash over him. He remembered Draco talking about such a sensation that weekend at the hotel, and his grin widened. Draco had no control over his facial expression he could barely hold himself up; that’s how badly he was shaking.
He had forgotten how good topping could be and frankly, he was proud of himself for lasting for more than a few embarrassing thrusts inside Harry’s tight body.
“Are you alright?” Harry whispered. His voice sounded so harsh after a silence that had only been filled by panting breaths.
Draco managed a quirk of lips, before he collapsed on top of Harry and was soon enveloped in his lover’s muscled arms
Harry rolled them over, so that Draco was lying on his side next to him on the bed and slipped out of Harry’s body with a wet sucking sound.
“Draco?”
Draco hadn’t realised that his eyes had slipped closed, until Harry whispered his name. He opened them again and looked at Harry, his green eyes wide and glistened, his hair even more dishevelled and his skin flushed. He looked gorgeous. Draco smiled lazily and cupped Harry’s face. “I’m perfect, just perfect.”
Harry smiled back softly before they muttered a cleaning spell and slipped into sleep.