St dwynwen - part twenty (original) (raw)

Title: St Dwynwen
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Sirius, Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JKR
Summary: Post GoF thru OotP: Starts with Sirius going to Lie Low at Lupins. Continues on from there. Slight AU no Umbridge etc

The next morning when everyone walked into the kitchen (sans Sirius, Snape and Brian) to find Remus asleep on the sofa bed in the living area, still dressed in the clothes he had been wearing the day before.

“Um Remus?” Arthur said as he approached the sleeping werewolf.

Remus gave a grunt before his eyes popped open. He took in the fact that the entire room was watching him and rubbed his face.

“What time is it?” he asked Arthur.

“Just coming up for eight thirty,” Arthur said, “Is there a reason why you’re sleeping down here?”

Remus just looked at him for a moment before he pulled himself out of bed. He used his wand to put the sofa bed away before going and pouring himself a large coffee.

“You look like hell,” Harry said as he pointed to the bags under his eyes and scruffy beard.

“Didn’t sleep very well. I was up most of the night?”

“Is that because of what you were doing with for Dumbledore? Did you not get in till late?”

“No I got in around one…” Remus said quietly as he sat down. Snape who had just come in with Brian, raised an eyebrow at him, “Me and Sirius spent most of the night fighting.”

“Fighting? What about?” Harry asked in shock.

“Wormtail,” Remus muttered as he took a sip of his coffee.

“You told him?” Snape asked, “Are you insane?”

“Sirius and I don’t have any secrets Severus.” Remus bit back.

At that moment Sirius himself walked into the kitchen, looking nearly as bad as Remus. His face was streaked where he had obviously been crying, but he didn’t look just as exhausted.

“Sirius, you should be sleeping,” Remus said to him.

Sirius ignored him and sat at the opposite end of the table next to Molly who looked a bit unsure of what to do.

“Would you like some breakfast dear?” she asked him gently.

“Um no, tea will do. I’m feeling a little bit nauseous this morning,” Sirius said as he poured himself a large mug of tea.

Everyone was deadly silent as they watched both Sirius and Remus who looked like he really wanted to say something. As they were sitting diagonally opposite each other, Sirius could see Remus trying to bite his tongue. It didn’t last long though.

“Sirius, I couldn’t do it. If I had I would have sentenced Percy to an early death. At least you’re alive…”

Sirius stood up and threw his mug at the fireplace, shattering it as it hit. He then walked out the room and up the stairs. Remus went to follow but Snape put a hand on his arm.

“I’ll go,” he said before he followed Sirius out the room. He and Brian would be heading back to Hogwarts later and he’d be damned if he left here with these two fighting.

Remus nodded and sat back down.

“What happened Remus?” Harry asked.

Remus just looked at him and took a deep sigh, “Yesterday Percy passed on some information to us. Dumbledore thought that it was a hoax to see if there was indeed a spy amongst our ranks…”

“How did he know it was a hoax?” Draco asked curiously.

“His reports contradicted with those of our other informant,” Remus explained.

“You have more than one spy?” Harry asked again.

“Of course, it would be stupid not to. They don’t know about each other of course and only Dumbledore knows the identity of our other spy… but anyway, the bottom line is I had the chance to capture Wormtail but I didn’t as I didn’t want to put Percy’s life in danger.”

“Oh Remus,” Molly said, “It’s no wonder Sirius is upset.”

Remus smiled wryly before standing up, “I think I should be on my own for a while,” he said before heading up to his and Sirius’ bedroom where he fell on the bed and burst out crying. He hated fighting with Sirius, especially when he knew he could have made things so much better for them by capturing Peter and turning him into the ministry.

Downstairs in the treatment room, Snape found himself (uncomfortably) cradling a crying Sirius.

“I mean really,” Snape said, “How would you feel if Remus had captured him and set you free only to have Percy’s body dumped on your doorstep?”

“Why do you think I’m crying?” Sirius said, “I’m such a selfish bastard and I hate it! I just want to be free, I mean imagine it, I could go with Remus on walks with Lily, take her down Diagon Alley and show her off…” he started balling again.

“Okay, you have to stop this crying,” Snape said as he stood up and pushed Sirius back on the bed, “It’s not good for you and it’s not good for the baby.”

Sirius nodded and lay down on the bed, “I think I’m just gong to sleep just now.”

“Shouldn’t you go up to your room?” Snape asked raising an eyebrow.

“Remus might be there and I still don’t want to talk to him right now.”

Snape sighed, “Very well. But just try and remember how much you love him and do you really need to be wasting anymore time fighting when you already lost fourteen years?”

And with that, Snape left Sirius alone and confused in the treatment room. He was right of course, didn’t mean he was any less mad at him. I mean why did he have to tell him anyway? He knew why, Remus was too bloody honest that’s why. Realising that perhaps he should go apologise to Remus he climbed off the bed he was lying on and made his way up the stairs. He had been sure he had heard Remus’ light foot steps make their way up the stairs earlier. When he finally made it to his room, he slowly pushed the door open and found Remus in a crumpled heap on the bed crying his eyes out.

“Hey Moony,” he said.

Remus didn’t say anything, but he did give his eyes a wipe with his sleeve.

“Look Remus,” Sirius said as he came into the room and sat down on the bed, Remus kept his back to him, “I have no right to be angry at you. You were just doing what was right, and if you had captured him I probably would have been angry at you for endangering Percy… I’m so sorry. Please don’t cry,” he added as he put a hand on Remus’ hip, “I’ll understand if you’re still angry or upset with me, but please don’t cry. I hate it when you cry.”

Remus once again didn’t say anything or turn round, but he took hold of Sirius’ hand in his own and pulled it so that it was wrapped round his chest, forcing Sirius to manoeuvre himself so that he was spooning with Remus. Once lying down, Sirius placed a small kiss on the nape of Remus’ neck only to have his hand squeezed gently before a kiss was placed on his palm. He wrapped himself round Remus tighter, promising himself to never let go of this wonderful man before they both fell asleep.

When they both woke up it was nearing lunchtime. Sirius was the first to wake and he was slightly surprised to find that Remus had turned so that he was now the one wrapped around Sirius (who was lying flat on his back) and that they were covered in Remus’ old patchwork quilt. Sirius softly stroked his fingers through Remus hair and kissed him on the forehead. Even though he could feel Remus waking up, he didn’t stop stroking his hair.

Remus blinked and looked up at Sirius with large doe like eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Sirius said again.

Remus leaned up and kissed him softly, “It’s okay,” he said quietly, “I understand why you were upset.”

“I shouldn’t have thrown you out though. That was completely uncalled for.”

Remus nodded, “Yeah, but the important thing is you realize that now. You know I would do anything for your freedom…”

“Except kill an innocent… I know Remus. I’m here aren’t I?”

Remus kissed him again, “How you feeling anyway? You still nauseous?” he asked as he let a hand work up under Sirius’ jumper and rub his tummy.

“I’m okay. It was just a little bit. But I was really too tired to eat anyway.”

Remus hugged him and Sirius let himself be hugged. He couldn’t believe how stupid he had been. Snape was right. How could he possibly neglect this wonderful, beautiful and loving man who he had at one point thought he would never get to hold again let alone be having a baby with.

“We should get up,” Remus said, “I need a shower and a shave,” he added as he scratched his chin.

“Yeah you do smell a bit.” Sirius joked.

“I smell? You sure your nose isn’t too close to your own arse?” Remus asked.

Sirius laughed before taking a deep breath, “No I distinctly smell chocolate and parchment as well as … tobacco? You were smoking?”

Remus sighed and bowed his head, “I might have had a couple in the back garden last night after you chucked me out. I needed to calm down some or I was likely to hit someone.”

“But still, where the hell did you get them from? I thought you gave up years ago?” Sirius asked, sitting up now. He too had smoked when he was younger, but those things just aren’t available in prison so he soon lost the craving for it.

“Okay, I lied.” Remus said as he sat up, “I still smoke from time to time like when I’m extremely stressed or upset and I have a secret stash hidden downstairs.”

Sirius jaw dropped, “Why did you hide it? You didn’t think I was going to make you stop did you?”

“Well no, but I didn’t want you to start again either. And especially not now,” he added as he gestured to Sirius’ tummy.

“Oh, well. I don’t mind you smoking. So long as it’s not round me whilst I’m pregnant or Lily when she’s born.”

“I wouldn’t even think about smoking around her. I won’t even smoke in the house.”

Sirius just rolled his eyes and stood up, “Come on, I’m in the mood for a bath.”

Remus smiled and let Sirius pull him into the bathroom. By the time they arrived for lunch, everyone else was just finishing.

“Have you two made up then?” Snape asked as he and Brian stood.

“Yes thank you Severus,” Remus said as he sat in his usual seat, Sirius sitting next to him this time.

“That’s a shame, I was looking forward to trying to knock some sense into you,” he said with a smile before he and Brian headed up the stairs.

“Are you two really okay?” Harry asked.

“We’re fine Harry,” Sirius said, “Now, what’s for eating? I’m starved!”

Molly handed them both a bowl of soup and chicken salad sandwiches.

“So what have you lot been up to then?” Sirius asked the children through a mouthful of sandwich.

“Not much,” Draco said.

“Yeah, I never thought I’d say it, but I actually miss the doxy’s,” Ron added with a smile.

“Well how would you all like to help me with Lily’s room?”

“Oh have you finally decided on a colour?” Molly asked.

“Yeah, the crib and furniture we got for her is red oak, so we’ve decided on pink and white. Pink’ll go better than lemon,” Remus told them all.

“Ooh, what you going to do with the lemon paint?” Harry asked excitedly.

“Uh, nothing I think why?”

“Can we have it? Me and Draco that is for our room. The wall paper is starting to flake and the room needs a bit of cheering up.”

“Um, sure I don’t see why not,” Remus smiled.

“Help with Lily’s room first though,” Molly said to him, “And maybe whilst you are decorating your room the rest of you could get started on painting the hallways.”

There was somewhat a collective groan from the Weasley children and Fred, George and Ginny all looked at Ron like it was his fault. Ron, for his part, had the decency to look slightly apologetic for his slip up.

“Excellent, well we’ll start after we’ve finished lunch then,” Sirius smiled.

After lunch Snape and Brian bid their good byes (Harry had been able to get away with no occlumency lesson, so long as he promised to practice) and headed back to the school. Remus then led the way upstairs, all the children following behind. When they got into the room, Remus conjured the equipment they would need to paint with.

“Right, I want all the walls pink except the dado rail and skirting boards which should be white,” he said, “Right so just spread yourself out and work your way round. It’ll probably need a couple of coats.”

“Is it just the walls we’re painting?” George asked.

“Just the walls, please leave the door, ceiling and floor as they are,” he said before he cast a charm on the floor and door make them paint retardant, “Alright, me and Sirius are just going to be out in the hall working on putting up the furniture.”

“Putting it up?” Draco asked confusedly.

“We got it from a muggle shop so it’s all flat packed.”

“Oh.”

“Right well have fun,” He said as he walked out and found Sirius already sitting in the hall scowling at a piece of paper.

“I think these are supposed to be instructions, but I can’t make head nor tail of it,” he said as he passed it to Remus, “What do you think?”

Remus had a look at them. They were for the wardrobe, but Sirius had the parts for the changing table in front of him.

“These are the wrong parts. You’ve grabbed the wrong box. Where’s the right one?”

Sirius grabbed the instructions again and stared at the parts in front of him whilst Remus had a look at the other boxes. Eventually they found the right box and began assembling it. Things would have went quicker for them if they could’ve just kept their hands off of each other for two minutes, but clearly they were still in the mood to do some more making up. Harry found them snogging when he came out to go to the toilet.

“What is wrong with you two?” he asked them, “You’re worse than me and Draco and we’re both teenage boys,” Both men blushed, “You haven’t even built anything yet and you’ve been out here for over half an hour.”

“Your right,” Remus said as he stood up, “How about you see how you can get on with this then. Me and Sirius are going to go for a quick nap.”

“We are?” Sirius asked. Remus elbowed him softly, “Oh right I mean, yeah Harry, why don’t you finish what we started? We’ll check on you in a bit.”

Harry just rolled his eyes as Remus dragged Sirius into their room, not quite getting the door shut before he attacked Sirius’ mouth. He went to the toilet first before coming back into the hall and begin finishing the wardrobe Remus and Sirius had started.

As soon as Remus got Sirius alone, he couldn’t control himself. Their tender make up sex in the bath earlier was but a memory as he tried to devour Sirius in one go. Sirius, for his part gave as good as he got. He violently ripped Remus’ shirt open, making buttons fly in all directions. Remus then followed his example and pulled Sirius t-shirt off before lowering his head and attacking the nipples he knew were extra sensitive. As he did this, Sirius groaned and thrust against him. Smiling to himself, Remus kissed Sirius again whilst lowering his hands to take care of the trouser situation.

Sirius gasped slightly as Remus roughly pushed his trousers and underwear off of him, before doing the same for himself. After they both stepped out of the trousers round their ankles, Remus turned them and led them to the bed. He got Sirius to balance on all fours as he kneeled behind him, conjuring some lube, he quickly slicked both himself and Sirius up before pushing in firmly. Sirius once again groaned and pushed back against Remus, giving him as much access as he could.

Remus stilled for a moment, holding on tightly to Sirius’ hips before he eventually, began to move slowly and deeply. His initial speed however did not last long as Sirius began pushing back, encouraging Remus to go faster and harder, which he did. Sirius soon collapsed onto the bed as he felt his orgasm building. Remus held on even tighter and began thrusting even harder if not erratically as he felt his own orgasm building. As he came, he didn’t collapse onto Sirius as he usually would have done, but instead he sat back and pulled Sirius onto his knees. He kept thrusting slowly as his orgasm over came him. Soon, although thoroughly satiated, he could feel himself getting hard again.

It was nearly too much for Sirius. He had just experienced an earth shattering orgasm and now he could feel Remus getting hard again. He tossed his head back onto Remus’ shoulder and thread an arm up round his neck and into his hair. Remus took the hint and kissed Sirius deeply and passionately whilst he let his arms wrap round Sirius’ waist to rest on his stomach. Sirius’ other hand came down and settled on top of his own. Remus took hold of it and held on tightly as he thrust up deeply into Sirius.

This time, things were once again slow and tender. Sirius rested on Remus, knowing that Remus wouldn’t let go of him and that he was safe in his strong arms.

“I love you,” Sirius panted out as Remus kissed his neck.

“I love you too,” Remus told him back before capturing his lips in yet another passionate kiss. It didn’t take long before they were both moaning along with their orgasms for the third time that day.

“We should fight more often,” Sirius laughed.

Remus hit him on the back of the head and laughed, “Come on, they’ll be wondering where we are,” he said as he stood up and started redressing.

“I’m sleepy,” Sirius said as he lay down, “I think I’ll just stay here.”

“Okay, I’ll wake you for dinner,” Remus smiled as he kissed Sirius once more and left him to sleep.

“Hey,” Harry said as he sat beside a completed wardrobe and semi-complete set of drawers.

“Wow Harry, you’ve done really well,” Remus said before opening the door to Lily’s room. It was almost done too, “Okay, you guys fancy a break. I’m just headed down the stairs for a cup of tea.”

The children all nodded, “And just why do you need a break?” Harry asked, “Been working hard?”

Remus laughed slightly. If Harry wanted to play that game then fine, “Oh yeah Harry, Sirius had me working over time. Complete slave driver that man.”

Harry blushed slightly but did laugh. Together they all headed down to the kitchen. Molly was already starting on dinner and Arthur was sitting reading the Prophet (it wasn’t issued on Christmas day but issued on the afternoon of boxing day).

“Any tea on the go Molly?” Remus asked.

“I’ll just put on a pot,” she said smiling.

“Excellent. I’ll be back in a minute,” he then said as he headed out of the back door.

“Where’s he off to?” Fred asked.

Everyone just shrugged, so doing what came naturally Ron pulled the back door open. Remus froze, cigarette hanging from his mouth. Everyone’s jaws practically hit the floor.

“You smoke?” Harry asked in shock.

Remus took the cigarette from his mouth and exhaled, “Apparently.”

“But, but…”

“Look Harry, I’ve been smoking on and off since I was fourteen. My parents couldn’t get me to stop, Pomfrey couldn’t, McGonagall and Dumbledore couldn’t your Mum, god rest her soul tried for years to get me and Sirius to stop, but she couldn’t either.”

“Sirius smokes too?” Molly asked incredulously.

Remus took another draw, “Ah, no. He stopped when he went to Azkaban. That’s partly why I’m smoking outside since he’s pregnant and everything.”

“Oh.”

“Did, um… did my Dad smoke?” Harry asked curiously.

Remus nodded, “Yeah. We all tried it for the first time together when we were fourteen. Along with your Dad Sirius and me kept smoking. Pete didn’t as it made him quite ill whenever he inhaled. We teased him rotten for it as well. Anyway, your Dad quit smoking not long after graduation. He was living with your mum by then and she kind of stamped it out of him.”

“I can’t believe you smoke,” Draco said with a smile, “Granger is going to have a fit you know,” he added.

Now finished his cigarette Remus came back inside, “Why would she do that?” he asked curiously.

“She hates smoking. Went mental at …” Draco realised that Molly was in the room and would likely go mad if she heard the real story, “A couple of girls in our year.”

Remus raised an eyebrow at that, “Did she now,” he said giving Draco and Harry (who was looking anywhere but at him) a knowing look. It would be quite hypocritical for him to say anything to them, but didn’t mean Snape and McGonagall couldn’t.

The whistle on the kettle went off indicating that the tea was ready.

“So how’s the decorating going?” Molly asked as she gave them all a cup of tea.

“We’re nearly done with the painting.” George said, “It’s actually kind of fun.”

“Yeah, I’m really excited about the baby coming now, both of them in fact,” Fred said and then he froze, “I’m going to an Uncle.”

George, Ron and Ginny all froze too as if realising for the first time that they too would soon be gaining a niece or nephew.

“It never really hit me until now,” Ron added.

“Wow, I’m going to be Aunty Gin soon… weird,” Ginny said as she looked into space.

Arthur snorted at his children. You’d think they’d have gotten used to the idea by now.

After their tea break, Remus sat down and helped Harry with the rest of the drawers. It didn’t take them long and so they both moved the wardrobe and drawers into the bedroom. They didn’t push the furniture right up against the wall just yet as they were still slightly wet. And they decided to leave the crib for now as Sirius wanted to put that up.

So later that night, Harry’s arms and shoulders were killing him from having to screw parts of wardrobe together and hammer nails in. It was just stuff he wasn’t used to doing so it was only natural his muscles would hurt. A shower hadn’t helped so Draco had taken it upon himself to give Harry a massage. He had lit the room in soft candlelight and had pulled out lavender massage oil from his trunk.

“Oh Draco that’s great,” Harry mumbled into the pillows as Draco straddled his hips and worked wonders on his shoulders.

Draco smiled, happy that this was working. He could feel the tension seeping out of Harry’s shoulders with every stroke. Merlin Harry was beautiful. His back, covered in toned muscles glistening in the twinkling light was a sight for sore eyes and Draco could feel himself getting aroused.

“Harry?” he asked quietly.

“Mmm?”

“I was wondering,” Draco said as he continued his stroking, “You know your extra present you gave me?”

Harry turned his head so as to be able to look at Draco, “Yeah, what about it?”

“Well, I was thinking that maybe we could perhaps give it a try?”

Harry thought about it for a moment and looked about the room as if noticing the romantic setting for the first time, “Are you seducing me?” he asked in slight amusement.

“What if I am?” Draco asked as his fingers gently worked down Harry’s shoulder blades.

Harry groaned at the feeling, “Best not get in your way then,” he eventually said.

“So does that mean…”

“Yeah, it’s a yeah.”

Draco smiled and kissed Harry on the cheek. He then traced kisses all the way down Harry’s back. They had talked things over the night before, deciding who would go on top first (they decided on Draco) and both practiced putting condoms on before giving each other a posh wank as they didn’t want to waste the condoms.

So Draco was trying his best to make Harry remain relaxed as possible by planting as many butterfly kisses on his spine as he could. Luckily, they were already naked, so things didn’t need to be interrupted by the medial task of removing clothing. Draco had also thought ahead some, and placed a condom and the lubricant at the foot of the bed away from where Harry would notice it. He quickly leaned back and grabbed the condom.

“Just give me a sec,” Draco whispered as he tore open the condom packet and delicately pulled it onto himself. He really didn’t like the constrained feeling but the fear of being a teenage father made him persevere with it. Harry had turned slightly to watch him and couldn’t help but get a little nervous at the sight of Draco prepped and ready to go. Draco noticed this and leaned forward again, giving Harry a soft kiss, “Shhh, it’s going to be okay. I promise.”

Harry just nodded dumbly before resting his head on the pillow again. Draco began kissing Harry’s spine once more, only this time he started lower. He placed a soft kiss at the base of Harry’s spine and blew softly on it at the same time as he squirted a generous amount of lubricant onto his fingers. As the tube had made a rather unpleasant noise when Draco squeezed, Harry knew what was happening and not only tensed up again, but looked over his shoulder.

“This is probably going to be a bit cold,” Draco said.

Harry just nodded and turned his head away again as Draco slowly slipped a finger inside him. He pushed it in and out for a bit, feeling Harry relaxing around him as he did so. Draco took this as a good thing and added a second finger. Harry clenched his muscles around him and hissed at the slight stinging.

“You okay?” Draco asked as he continued to gently move his fingers in and out.

“Yeah,” Harry panted, “It’s fine.”

Draco added another kiss to Harry’s back as he sat back and stared at his fingers and comprehended just what they were doing. He couldn’t quite believe it now that he was thinking about it. His hand (and soon his cock) was working its way in and out of the bloody Boy Who Lived. Mental! Smiling to himself he added one more finger. Again Harry clenched around him and hissed in pain but Draco didn’t ask him if he was okay, just kept on going and soon Harry relaxed again. Pleased that he had now stretched Harry adequately, he began searching for that sweet spot he had read about in Harry’s book (the one he got from Remus). It didn’t take him long before his fingers brushed against the small bundle of nerves. Harry gave a cry of pleasure when he felt Draco massaging him there.

“Shhh,” Draco said, “Don’t want the whole house knowing what we’re up to.”

Harry for his part just bit his lip and hid his face in the pillows. Draco smiling again, brushed against Harry’s prostate again. Harry jumped and moaned quietly into the pillows. Draco did this another few times until he had Harry begging for more. So, without removing his hand from Harry, he squirted some lube onto his now extremely hard cock and used his other hand to spread it liberally.

“You ready?” Draco asked him.

“Yeah,” Harry said quietly.

Draco nodded, knowing Harry was watching him before he began removing his hand. Before his fingers were completely out though, he positioned the tip of his penis at Harry’s entrance, ready to thrust in when it was time. So slowly he pulled the rest of his hand away and pushed in at the same time. As much as he had stretched and prepared Harry, he was still bigger than three of his long elegant fingers and so Harry couldn’t help but feel the burn of being stretched again.

“You alright?” Draco asked when he heard Harry hiss again.

Harry didn’t even speak this time, he just nodded. So Draco, managing to stop himself from passing out at the wonderful feeling, leaned forward so that he was now lying flush against Harry’s back, allowing him to kiss his neck and face and even mouth if Harry turned enough, and then he began moving his hips.

Harry gasped again at the feeling. It was so intense, he thought he would come almost immediately but then Draco started hitting that special little bundle of nerves again and he knew for certain he wouldn’t last long.

Draco had wrapped his arms around Harry’s chest and used that as leverage to help him thrust as deep as possible. He had known this would feel good but he didn’t think it would feel this good. Harry was (most likely subconsciously) clenching his muscles around him every time he pushed in and it was driving him mad. He wanted nothing more than to just pummel into Harry as hard as he could, but he knew he had to hold back so that Harry would enjoy himself too.

“Draco,” Harry panted, “I’m gonna… I can’t,” and then Harry’s entire body was spasming as pleasure washed over him.

Draco was sure he was suffocating. He couldn’t breathe, the feeling of Harry shuddering underneath and around him was so overwhelming. He was able to hold on for a few minutes longer though, prolonging Harry’s orgasm as he milked his prostate but soon Draco lost all control on his body and was pushed over the edge. He collapsed on top of Harry almost crushing him now that he was no longer balancing his weight on his elbows. Slowly though he rolled off of Harry and pulled the now soiled condom off of himself. He tied a knot in it and threw it on top of his trunk.

“Remind me to put that in the bathroom bin later,” Draco said.

Harry just smiled at him before he began laughing.

“What?” Draco asked, slightly bemused.

“Your pillow talk leaves something to be desired,” Harry said huskily before he kissed Draco.

Draco smiled at him as he pulled back, “So, was it alright?”

“It was better than alright,” Harry said, “It was amazing.”

“Really? I didn’t mess it up?”

“You didn’t mess it up,” Harry said before he stood up. As he did so though he was slightly thankful that they towel he had been wearing when he came out the shower was still underneath him as it was now covered in semen. He picked it up and used it to clean the rest of his stomach off, “I’ll be back in a minute,” he said as he crept into the bathroom (shared with Ron) and dumped the towel in the laundry basket. That way it could have been any of the three boys that did it. He then dumped the condom that he’d picked up on the way in into the bin and made his way back into the bedroom. He paused in the doorway and just stared at Draco lying there naked.

“What is it?” Draco asked slightly self-consciously.

“Nothing,” Harry said as he walked towards the bed, snuffing out the candles as he went, “Except for the fact that you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Draco smiled and pulled Harry on top of him, “Say that again,” he smiled.

“What that you’re beautiful?” Harry smirked.

“And just you remember that Potter,” Draco smirked back before snuffing out the last candle.

TBC

• Tags:fic: harry potter, mpreg, pairing: harry/draco, pairing: remus/sirius, rating: nc-17