Rating: ADULT, NC-17, MATURE
Warnings: written with no regard to HBP, D/s, violence, rimming, mpreg.
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Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
This is a sequel to the story "Indago". If you haven't read that, you will be mightily confused while reading this.
Betaed by kitsune Thank you so much!
Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five
Beta= kitsune. Any mistakes= me.
The Ministry was as busy as ever. A young man with an officious looking badge looked up from the lobby desk and smiled at the person standing in front of him. He then did a quite obvious double take as he took in the rumpled casual cotton clothes and the brilliant blue oxford shirt encasing a swollen abdomen. A quite famous scar graced the forehead of the crazy haired man in front of him.
“Hello, I would like to see Draco Malfoy, please,” Harry asked politely.
“Um, oh, of course.” The receptionist gave one last odd look before consulting his scrolls. He looked up with a commiserating smile. “I’m sorry. Mr. Malfoy is in a meeting. Would you like me to take a message for you?”
“No, I would like you to take me to Draco Malfoy.”
“Yes, but I’m very sorry. He is in a meeting with the Head of International Magical Cooperation and can not be disturbed at the moment.” The man smiled again.
Harry smiled back. “Are you saying I’m disturbing to my husband?”
“Oh,” the receptionist’s eyes widened in dismay, smile falling. “No, of course not. But this is a quarterly meeting and quite important, Mr. Potter.”
“My name is Malfoy!” Harry stated, his voice rising, bringing the entire bustling lobby to a stand still. “And I will see my husband now!”
“I’m very sorry, Mr. Malfoy,” the man sputtered. He gave an eye to his lunchtime relief who immediately sprinted off to get help.
“No, you are not! If you were sorry, you’d bring me Draco! Who is your supervisor? I demand to speak to someone higher than you!” Harry spun around and glared at the room full of people then turned back to the terrified receptionist who dearly wished he had taken lunch five minutes sooner. “Do you know who I am? I am Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, the Saviour of the Wizarding World. I can fry you like that, you peasant! Perhaps I shall just ring my father-in-law! I don’t think you’d tell Lucius Malfoy no, would you? No, of course you wouldn’t, because he would do even nastier things than I would!”
“Harry?” A hand settled on Harry’s shoulder. It disappeared immediately when it was snapped at, as Harry spun with a snarl and confronted Kingsley Shacklebolt.
“Don’t you ever touch me!” he yelled. Kingsley took a step back and then spared a glance to the receptionist.
“You better go get Draco Malfoy,” he said calmly. The young man nodded vigorously and sprinted away from the scene toward the elevators. Kingsley turned his full attention back to the unhinged wizard in front of him. “Okay, Harry, they’re getting Malfoy. Now why don’t we go have a seat in one of the offices? You look like you could use a rest.”
“And you look like you are about to lose your job. How dare you speak to me in that condescending tone! I knew you were a Death Eater right from the start!” Harry ignored the gasp and murmurs from the crowd. “I always knew you were a rotten Auror. You always wanted to sleep with me, didn’t you?”
Kingsley didn’t show any emotion on his face. “I’m not sure what’s wrong, Harry, but I really think that you need to calm down.” Kingsley looked over Harry’s head and shook his head at the other Auror’s coming up in formation behind Harry. At his signal they put their wands away but stayed where they were. “Why don’t we go sit and you can tell me why you think I’m a Death Eater?”
Harry laughed bitterly. “Now you flatter yourself! You think I would let any Death Eaters, other than my father-in-law, get away? I’d have hunted you down like the rat you are. All you wanted was my body! All you want is to steal me!” Harry spun around, saw the other Aurors advancing and shouted, “Don’t touch me! Nobody touches me!” He began backing around the desk, the Aurors moving closer in.
“No one is going to hurt you, Harry. But you need to come with us.” Harry stared at Kingsley with wide frightened eyes. He made it behind the desk but they swarmed around it.
“Stop! Don’t!” Harry cried. “Draco!”
“I’m sure he’s on his way. We’ll just wait for him somewhere safe.” The Aurors kept moving around and were now within grabbing distance.
“No! Don’t, don’t!” They were going to get him. They were going to take him away from Draco! Harry raised his hand and pushed. The Aurors closest to him flew back across the desk and into their compatriots. The burst of magic blew past all the occupants of the lobby, ruffling clothing and hair.
“Harry! I’m going to have to ask you not to use magic at this time,” Kingsley said as he helped one of the Aurors onto their feet. “I don’t want to have to draw my wand. Now, you need to come with us. You have become a danger to yourself and others and-.”
“Shut up! I want Draco now! Now!” Harry screamed.
“What in Merlin’s name is going on?!”
Harry jerked around to find that shouted voice. There he was! Draco was roughly pushing his way past the people who weren’t fast enough to get out of his way. He was glaring at everything and everyone as he marched toward the desk.
“What are you doing here?” he rasped at Harry. Harry smiled at finally getting to see Draco.
“I came to bring you your lunch, Draco.” He held out the dishtowel he had used to wrap the food in. It was dripping, but Harry knew that Draco would still love it.
Draco looked down at the bundled towel that dripped on the floor. His eyes went up to Harry’s and they were as hard as ice. “You made a scene of this magnitude, interrupted and dragged me out of an extremely important meeting, appear to be throwing a tantrum and getting arrested, to bring me my lunch!” The last few shouted words echoed through the silent room.
Lips began to tremble and a solitary tear fell from a bright green eye. Draco moved a bit closer.
“You had better be grateful for your surroundings, Potter,” he hissed. “But be assured that when I get home I will not be as restrained so that you will be able to fully understand the incredible stupidity of the stunt you have pulled here today.”
Harry looked up at Draco’s horribly mean face and slammed the sloppy dishcloth into the blond. Hard. “I just wanted to bring you your lunch! But you don’t want it? Fine!” Harry stomped around the desk ignoring the circling Aurors and the tears falling down his face. “I want a divorce! Do you hear me, Draco Malfoy? A divorce, you bastard!”
“Get back over here, now!” Draco hissed, peeling the sodden mess from his stomach. “And lower your damn voice!”
“No! I won’t!” And then Harry began to sob, which he hated doing more than anything. With a wave of his hand he cleared his path of people and ran to the doors. He disappeared through them with the sound of Draco shouting for him to stop.
“No, Miss Charles. You have once again surpassed yourself in stupidity. If you had bothered to merely glance at the homework, you would have known that adding Linose seed would have created that mess. Now clean it up. Five points from Hufflepuff.”
Snape stalked back to his desk at the front of the room and sat down. Glaring out at the rest of the room, he resumed grading tests and keeping a close watch on his classroom intermittently. When the classroom door slammed open, he was as startled as the students but recovered quickly. Standing up, he prepared to blast the interloper until they wished they had never been born. He was completely unprepared when a mass of rumpled blue fell into his room. It kept itself from falling by grabbing hold of a work surface. A helpful student reached out to help and nearly had his hand bitten off.
“Don’t touch me!”
“Move to the other side of the room,” Snape barked at the fifth years. When he only received dumb looks, he shouted, “Now!” Chairs scraped as the students flew to the far side of the room. Snape quickly approached the reckless figure that was glaring at the students. Green eyes flashed and the body took a step towards the wide-eyed children, lips pulled back in a feral snarl.
“Harry!” Snape spoke sharply and was successful in redirecting the other man’s attention to himself. The eyes were dilated and the nostrils flared. Snape moved closer to the dishevelled younger man and breathed in deep when he was close enough. Green eyes went wide and tears started to flow freely.
“I knew… I had to…” Harry whispered as he dragged himself along the wall closer to Snape. The Potions Master moved forward and caught the awkward body in his arms.
“Out!” he shouted over Harry’s head. “All of you. Free period.” The students didn’t dawdle as they scooped up their belongings, put out the fires under their cauldrons and made a wide berth around the two men as they made their escape. Snape thanked all the deities that he had had a class of Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs. The other two houses wouldn’t have hesitated to ask questions.
Once the last student had shuffled through the door, Snape carefully manoeuvred the slack body towards the front of the room. There, behind a curtain, was the entrance to his private office. Once inside, he deposited Harry onto the couch and sat down next to him.
Harry looked up through wet lashes. A hand crept up and caressed the Potions Master’s hollowed cheeks.
“So, we do this again, do we, Harry?” Harry whimpered and ran the back of his hand down the other man’s arm. “Yes, I know,” Snape muttered.
He pulled the blue shirt off of the begging body and then worked the cotton top over the dark head. Placing a hand on the chest above the swollen belly, Snape began working on his own buttons until he was half naked as well. “Come,” he whispered and with a cry, Harry buried himself against the older man’s chest soaking in the smell, as well as the touch, of the Supero.