One way babies are made 1/7

[chibidraco]

 

"Teddy, Papa! Teddy!!"

Draco shifted the excited three-year-old more firmly against his side and tried to keep the blanket covering him.

"Yes, you're going to see Teddy," Draco assured him. "Now, hold still while we use the Floo, okay?" When he felt the small head nod against his chest he reached for the powder.

Once he stepped out of Andromeda's Floo, he took the dark blanket from around the toddler and tried to arrange his up swept hair the best he could.

"G’anma!" Sage cried out as soon as he was uncovered and caught sight of Narcissa.

The blond woman was quick to grab the boy and cover his face in kisses, kissing his little hands when he tried to nudge her away.

"Nice to see you too, Mum," Draco teased, setting down Sage's overnight bag.

"Hello, Draco. You can't blame me for being preoccupied with such a handsome young man." Sage calmed down from his giggles and was catching his breath as he rested against her chest.

"I'm used to being relegated to second place by now,” he reassured her, giving her a kiss. "Did everyone arrive yet?"

The sisters had arranged for a weekend retreat for the children to allow the parents some relaxation and to spoil the kids rotten.

"Everyone except Helena. Hermione didn't feel comfortable being away from her just yet. Jacob and Daniel are playing in the yard with Teddy."

"Teddy!" Sage giggled, pushing himself up. "Teddy?" He asked after his search round the room came back empty.

"You just adore your cousin, don't you, poppet?" Narcissa smiled, poking his round cheek.

"You should see Teddy with the little ones. He is so patient," she turned to inform her son.

"Harry says he gets that from Remus."

"I wish I had met my sister's son-in-law, but I doubt I would have been able to appreciate him," Narcissa confessed softly, smoothing Sage's hair.

Draco nodded, understanding what his mother meant. He himself had taken a while to see past the werewolf and even then, with the war raging, he had never had the time to really get to know him. After the battle for Hogwarts had finished and Draco had come out of hiding, Remus and his cousin were both gone.

Upon the deaths of young Teddy's parents, Harry had become his godfather. They had decided it would be for the best that Teddy grow up with his grandmother, and Harry and Draco made it a point to visit him as often as possible.

"We sure have a come a long way, haven't we?" Draco replied, finally thinking of how his world had been expanded by Harry and the job their son had done on his parents.

"Why so sombre?" Andromeda asked, coming in and catching her relatives’ expressions. She went to Draco to greet him with a hug.

"Don't mind us," Narcissa waved away. "I have a little fellow that is very eager to play with his cousins."

"Teddy now?" Sage asked on cue.

"Yes, you can see Teddy now. Be good for your grandmother and aunt, okay, my love?" Draco cupped a gentle hand around his son’s head and kissed him on his forehead.

"Bye bye," Sage replied, giving him a sloppy kiss on the cheek. Draco laughed, tickling him under his chin a moment before kissing his mother and aunt good bye and moving toward the fireplace.

"Enjoy your free time with your husband," Andromeda encouraged with a sly smile.

"I plan too," Draco assured his aunt, thinking of what awaited him back home.

"You have the whole weekend, Draco. Make good use of it. I want another grandchild," Narcissa added right before he left.

Draco was still shaking his head when he arrived home. After Ron and Hermione's daughter Helena had been born three weeks ago his mother had been dropping hints with the delicacy of a hippogriff that he and Harry should have another baby.

"Nibby brought everything Master Draco asked for," his house elf announced, appearing before him.

"Thank you."

Everything was in place and Harry should be home any minute from Quidditch practice. On the way to the master bath he couldn't help noticing how quiet the house seemed without his son, but he would be lying if he wasn't looking forward to enjoying some alone time with Harry.

Nibby had done a wonderful job with the preparations. A bath was drawn and the various bathing potions were arranged on a cart within comfortable distance. There were only a few touches that Draco had wanted to take care of himself.

He had always loved their bath, which was set apart from the rest of the bathroom in a separate room. It was reminiscent of the tub in the Prefects Bath at Hogwarts; though it wasn't as large, it still comfortably fit two grown men.

He fetched the vanilla sugar candles from the cupboard that was half-hidden in the corner and set them to float strategically around the room. Soon the scent of vanilla with hints of sandalwood and coconut filled the air.

Satisfied, he undressed, folding his clothes neatly on a shelf in the cupboard and donning his cotton dressing gown. If he had timed it correctly, Harry should be hurrying through that door any moment. Draco remembered the look on his face that morning when he had instructed him to come straight home from practice because he would be taking care of washing him.

Predictably, Harry stormed through the door still wearing his Quidditch gear three minutes later. Seeing Harry flushed and sweaty always did things to Draco, and he knew Harry knew how he was affected.

"You said you'd wash me," Harry prompted, standing with arms spread and legs wide.

"And I will, so undress, Potter," Draco ordered, taking a seat on the edge of the tub.

Harry was quick to comply. He started with the gloves, unclasping each one before throwing them on the ground. He took off his arm pads and tucked his fingers under the hem of his jersey, crawling up the muscled torso, taking the material with it until it was off.

Draco admired the muscled back when he bent to undo the straps of the knee pads and unbuckle his boots. All that was left were the pants and Harry made quick work of the button and zipper, tantalisingly blocking Draco's view as he drew them down his legs. When he straightened, the muscled planes of his torso and sculpted legs were on full display, as was his desire.

He had to take a moment to reign in his libido. "No funny business, Harry. If you don't keep your hands to yourself I'll stop."

Draco licked his lips and reached for him, motioning him to get into the water. Harry braced his elbows on the edge and lowered himself slowly into the hot water. Draco knew it was the perfect temperature to sooth sore muscles without scalding him.

"Do you think Sage is going to be okay with his first sleep over?" Harry asked, leaning his head back.

"I'm sure he'll be distracted by his play mates," Draco assured him, reaching for a flannel on the tray. He moistened it in the water and poured a little of the bathing solution onto it before starting on Harry's neck, even carefully behind his ears like he did with their son.

He diligently scrubbed his broad shoulders, over the planes of his chest and stomach, his arms, and instructed him to lean forward so he could get to his back. His arms were straining a bit from reaching over the bath tub, and, when it was time to wash his legs, Draco decided to shed the dressing gown and join him in the tub to get closer.

Where Harry had been content to rest back and enjoy the bath, the sight of all that bare, pale skin had his heartbeat increasing with the flow of adrenaline into his body. Draco nonchalantly kneeled between Harry's knees, reaching once more for the cloth and resuming his task at Harry's left hip. He lifted his leg when he got to his thigh to get a better angle and wash down to his feet. The blonde turned to give the treatment to the other leg.

By the time he reached to wash between Harry's legs, Harry was filled with anticipation. He didn't put his bare hand on him at first, but covered the shaft with the washcloth, gently cleaning.

Seeing Draco so intent on his task and biting the corner of his lip in concentration, Harry could take it no longer. He was plenty clean, and now he just yearned to make Draco dirty. He cupped a hand behind Draco's neck, drawing him forward and slipping his tongue into his open mouth in surprise.

Surprise soon gave way to passion, and Draco returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck. He realised he was still holding the flannel, so he tossed it to the side with a flick of his hand.

He allowed Harry to manoeuvre him until he was sitting directly on his lap with his bent legs on either side of Harry's waist. With every rub of their tongues Draco would shift his hips back and forth, pressing his arse more firmly against Harry's groin with each pass. The brunet maintained a hand on the back of his neck, but the other was free to roam down his chest. His calloused hand brushed the sensitive skin, pinching a nipple and smiling against his mouth when Draco gasped.

Draco reached down to grab both of their erections in his hand, stroking just the way Harry liked. He bit his lip in anticipation when Harry's hand trailed from his neck down the expanse of his back, dipping into the crease between his buttocks. His fingers teased his entrance, brushing against it without penetrating.

He wasn't in the mood to be teased after holding back during Harry's bath, and he made his need known by pushing the hand aside and, looking directly into those darkening green eyes, slowly sinking back onto two of his own fingers. He winced a little at the stretch, resting his forehead on Harry's shoulder while he worked himself open and added another finger. He smiled with satisfaction when Harry grabbed him tightly about the waist and lifted him out of the water a little to reposition him directly over his cock. Draco removed his hand and braced his hands on his shoulders, easing himself down with Harry's support.

Harry's pleasure filled groan covered his small hiss of discomfort, but he didn't stop until he was sitting fully on his lap. He gathered his legs beside him and used the muscles to lift him up and bring him down slowly, savouring in the full feeling of having Harry inside of him.

"I love you so much!" Harry whispered into his collarbone. "I can't believe you carried my child in here." Harry ran his hand down his flat stomach, where no sign remained of his pregnancy.

"Have you...been talking to my mother?" Draco stammered when Harry pushed up and hit his prostate head on.

"No!" Harry laughed, biting at the long neck when Draco threw his head back in pleasure and lifted his hips faster until he was practically bouncing him on his cock, assisted by the buoyancy of the water. "I just loved the sight of you filled with a baby. My baby," Harry replied, gripping his hips tighter.

Draco stilled his hips and looked down into his face, taking in the features that had all passed onto their son minus his eyes. Sage had his eyes, and couldn't think of any reason not to make the suggestion.

"Let's have another then." The words were barely out of his mouth when Harry seized it in a desperate kiss. Harry grabbed hold of his sides and brought him down harder, their bodies slapping where they joined, water spilling over the sides of the tub.

Harry was a man possessed, alternating between rapid thrusts and deeper rolls of his hips, matching Draco's muffled gasps with groans of his own. Suddenly he lifted Draco completely off him and moved their positions around.

He pushed him against the side of the tub, bending him forward with a possessive hand around his neck. He gave him no respite, wasting no time in pushing him open again, starting that push and drag that brushed against his tender prostate. Draco gasped, pushing back against him, tightening and wrenching a groan from Harry.

His fingers curled but found little purchase on the slick marble rim. He barely managed to keep himself from hitting the cool surface of the side of the tub too hard. The chill of the marble caused his nipples to pebble and contrasted with the heated flush of his body.

Harry grabbed him about the waist, pulling him up until his head rested back against Harry's shoulder, his back pressed to Harry's front. Each forceful thrust contrasted with the gentle circular motions Harry made on Draco's lower stomach. He caressed him as if he was willing his seed to take root.

The thought swept away the last of Draco's control and he closed his eyes as he reached his orgasm, grasping one of the hands resting on his stomach.

"Oh, Draco," Harry's husky voice groaned in his ear, and they both kept their hands in place as Harry released inside him, neither whispering a contraception spell.

X x x X x x X

He knew that wizards could carry children, but he knew that it required fertility potions and that there were only a small percentage of wizards who could conceive without their aide.

He had discovered that he was such a wizard when he found out he was expecting their first child. But even being a wizard who could conceive naturally, it really wasn't supposed to happen so quickly. After that weekend, they had decided to purchase a fertility potion and work on making their second child after Harry finished summer training.

So Draco was taken back when Harry first accused him of being pregnant.

At least it had felt like an accusation when paired up with questions about why he was being nice to Ron and why he was he was having mood swings.

Draco loved Sage, there was no question. His first born had been a miracle to him. When he had initially found out he was pregnant the relationship between him and his parents had not been a good one. His father was still brimming with disappointment that Draco had married Harry and his mother had been stuck between both men, trying to alleviate the tension.

He laughed, remembering his own impudence at informing them of his state through the post. He had waited for days with no reply and had grown melancholy with the implications of their lack of response. He knew that his Gryffindor husband had been on the verge of doing something drastic, probably to try to drag his parents to his side, when his mother had finally made an appearance.

Through the brief three years Sage had existed in their lives, he had made them a lot more hectic but so fulfilled he couldn't have imagined all that he would have with this man who had refused his hand as a child.

But now, with the confirmation of the positive pregnancy potion glowing beside him on the bathroom sink, he wasn't sure how he was going to deal with two children. Did he have enough love for two?

Then he felt horrible for even thinking that. Protectively cupping his stomach, he apologised to his six-week-old child. He was sure that this baby had come to be just at the right time and that he or she would only add to the happiness of their small family and the extended family Harry had picked up along the way who had also welcomed Draco.

Part Two: Changes and Remembrances