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, Chapter Six
Betaed by kitsune. All mistakes would be mine as I have done some editing in the last two hours.
It was dark with only the light from the fireplace giving the room a soft glow. Snape sat in the armchair, in trousers and shirtsleeves, and gazed into the flames, sipping on a fine year of wine. He didn’t usually imbibe during the school year and definitely not wine, but he knew he would need the fortification of a relaxant if the night would pan out as he assumed it would. Life, Snape had decided, was anything but unpredictable.
The flames turned green, casting a sickly tint onto the furniture. A figure stepped through the massive opening and gloved fingers began brushing off the obviously expensive cloak.
“Ah, Draco, not one for an invitation, are we?” Snape drawled. Silver eyes turned to him and Draco took a step closer.
“I’m not in the mood, Sev. That idiot has gone completely insane and is now missing!”
“And which idiot would you be referring to?”
The blond began to pace in front of the fireplace. “The one I married, of course. Would I bother with any other?” Draco turned, his cloak swinging around him. “Harry has lost his mind. He came to the Ministry today and made such a scene he was nearly arrested. Apparently, he tossed a bunch of Aurors about and dragged me out of an extremely important meeting with my department head! I go home, after avoiding reporters all day and attempting to clean up the stain of being an unstable animal cast on my career, to find my house destroyed and the house-elf too terrified to fix it. Harry has thrown my clothes everywhere and tossed plants in the hall, he put every one of my favourite books in our bed and had moved my office around so much it’ll take me weeks to figure out where he put everything! But the idiot wasn’t there. I was reduced to hunting down the mudblood and weasel and am told that Harry accosted them with a knife! On top of which, they haven’t seen him since this afternoon!”
“Sounds as if you have had a rather rough day.”
Draco glared at his former teacher and put his hands on his hips. “Very acute observation, Sev. It’s a wonder you haven’t gone into a precise field of some sort,” he said sarcastically. “Have you heard what I said? Harry has gone daft and is wandering about somewhere out of his head!”
“He’s in the bedroom.” Snape nodded to the slightly open doorway across the room. Silver eyes widened and footsteps were heard quickly crossing the stone floor. Silence reigned as Draco looked into the room for a moment and then slowly walked back to Snape, moving close until he stood over the other man. That irked Snape, but the wine had done its job and he allowed the intimidating stance.
“Why, may I ask, is my sub sleeping naked in your bed while you have obviously gone off the potion?” Draco growled.
“You have been neglecting him.”
The atmosphere became charged with violence. Draco took a step back and snarled at the still seated man. “And you decided to fix it, I see.”
“I suggest you calm down, Draco. You do not want to fight me.”
“The hell I don’t! He is carrying my young. You do not touch what is mine!” Draco’s voice had become rough in its growl. When Snape finally looked up, Draco was in full Supero stance, his eyes slitted and cheeks slashed silver.
“I did not wish to touch him, but he required it. In fact, he required more than just touch. He is severely undernourished and dehydrated, not to mention beyond exhausted.” Snape held eye contact but kept his tone calm.
Draco’s eyes widened and his stance faltered. “What are you talking about?”
Shaking his head, Snape set his wine glass down and stood up. “When was the last time you touched him?”
“We share the same bed-.”
“I mean, put your skin on his for more than a brief instant. You have not read one paragraph of the paper I drew up for you, I see.” Snape stepped closer to the younger man. “Harry requires touch. During this time he requires it more than ever. He needs it to stabilize himself and to keep him aware that he is with a dominant. Breeding is hard on the body and the mind. Without touch, Harry’s instincts will begin to believe he is alone and will need to abort the pregnancy. Subicios do not breed alone. Fortunately, he is nearing the end and was surrounded by your scent enough to confuse his instincts and sustain the pregnancy. But, obviously, you have not been enough to sustain Harry.”
“I have been busy,” Draco defended but was cut off by Snape’s halting hand.
“Yes, I am sure. However, do you not see what he was doing today? It was your clothes with your scent that he threw about. It was your office and your books. And finally he was driven to seek you out personally. And when you were not available he sought me in desperation. He could not have known I had stopped taking the potion. All he knew was that he needed a dominant. There was a method to his madness, Draco,” Snape said calmly.
Draco narrowed his eyes and then sighed heavily. “So, I must choose between my career or his sanity and the safety of the child.”
“Do you know why there are more Superos than subicios?”
Draco shook his head with a crease between his brows. “No, but I assume you are about to enlighten me.”
Snape ignored the snarky response. “It is because of this exact situation. Mother Nature is filled with foresight. Subicios cannot just randomly breed. That is why there is Lustrum. They also cannot carry to term any young without a dominant around. A throw back to our ancestors’ period. It all is. The subicio’s body, mind, and magic are fully concentrated on the young. In this day and age, Harry does not need to worry about predators or hunting for his food. But his instincts do not know that. That is why he requires a dominant so that he will feel protected from danger and hunger.” Snape sighed and put a hand to his forehead. He strode past Draco toward the wine cabinet. “This would have been much easier if you had bothered to read the paper I had gone to the trouble to prepare for you,” he muttered.
Turning around with a fresh glass of wine and pointedly not offering one to his uninvited guest, he continued. “There are more of us than him because as one of us goes off to hunt or fight, the other is still with him.”
“So, what then?” Draco asked as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You baby-sit him as I go off to work? He becomes your lab assistant?”
“No. I have already arranged things. I will be moving in with you.”
“What?” The blond’s mouth dropped open in shock.
“Your father would kill you, his only child, if he saw that utterly repugnant expression on your face.” Draco glared at Snape, who smiled maliciously and continued. “As you know, I have become quite an authority on our race. The breeding cycle is the most mysterious of our history. In fact, there are no documented cases of pregnancy and birth. My moving into your house will assist both my research and Harry’s sanity. As a bonus, you will be able to fully concentrate on your career and impending migration.” Snape watched Draco as the blond worked over the information. Finally, Draco raised his head with a smirk.
“Careful, Sev, or someone may think that you like Harry. I mean you would have had to stop taking the potion at least three weeks ago to have that strong a scent about you already. And I am sure that you would not need to be off the potion to observe his behaviour. One would think that you had planned for this more for his sake than your research.”
Snape narrowed his eyes. “In point of fact, I would have done it sooner if I had been informed of the situation.” Snape turned away and moved toward the bedroom. Looking over his shoulder, he muttered, “As if anyone sane could like the boy.” Draco laughed and followed him.
Harry was still lying where Draco had seen him, on his side with the covers low on his hips showing his transformed figure. Draco had wondered if he would become disturbed or even disgusted with Harry’s body as he progressed through his pregnancy. But Draco had never felt one moment of trepidation while looking at or touching his husband’s swollen figure. In fact, he liked watching Harry’s body. Although the other man would have killed him if he knew, Draco was proud that it was he who had done it, marking Harry as his, filling his body with his seed.
“I gave him a mild sedative. He was beyond distraught and barely capable of speech,” Snape explained as he approached the sleeping figure. Draco’s eyes narrowed in concern.
“I hadn’t realised,” he murmured. He moved closer and slowly brushed a lock of hair off of Harry’s forehead, revealing a small bit of the infamous scar. Harry, even in his sleep, moved toward the light touch. His brow creasing in concern, Draco sat on the bed and gently pulled the smaller man into his arms. Draco looked up at the older man.
“Thank you,” he said gravely. Snape merely raised an eyebrow.
“In gratitude you will be giving me free room and board, of course.”
Draco smirked. “Of course.”
Draco stepped out of his sitting room fireplace to find his father waiting rather impatiently. In fact, Lucius was in the process of swiping at Ably with his cane.
“Father, I would appreciate it if you didn’t abuse the house-elf. Harry gets testy about that kind of thing, you understand.”
Lucius turned away from the terrified house-elf and raised an eyebrow at his son. “And is he also testy about sleeping at a normal hour?” he asked, looking pointedly at an unconscious Harry lying in his husband’s arms.
“He needed a bit of rest, so Severus was kind enough to provide an aid.” Draco walked past his father and headed toward the stairs, taking them easily even with the added weight in his arms. He reached their bedroom and, after clearing a spot clean of books, carefully lowered Harry to the bed, on top of the covers. Leaving Harry still clothed in his pyjamas and Draco’s button-up, he pulled a light blanket over him and went back to deal with his father. Lucius would not be happy to be kept waiting any longer.
“I suppose he was exhausted from his incredibly stupid and embarrassing antics this afternoon?” Lucius immediately attacked upon Draco’s return. “Tell me, was he intent on destroying the Malfoy name and your budding career in one day, or will this be a slow revenge?”
“Father, I assure you this was not an attack,” Draco began as he walked toward the armchair. He did not sit however, as this would give a tactical disadvantage of being lower than his father. And Lucius was definitely on the hunt.
“Oh? You will have to forgive me if I see the situation differently. But then, I have been accosted by the media and several contacts at the Ministry for several hours.” Lucius stood near the settee and poked at a sock that hung off the edge of a cushion with his cane. “I was quite taken off guard, Draco, when I was informed that your little husband had apparently attacked half a dozen Aurors in the very lobby of the Ministry all the while screaming out insults and innuendos that I do not care to repeat.” Lucius’s voice could freeze a Dementor’s soul.
“I have already spoken to Garding and repaired any damage to my career. I will also prepare a statement for the press and owl it first thing in the morning. I assure you, I have everything under control.” Draco looked his father directly in the eye and spoke calmly.
“Yes, everything but your husband, apparently,” Lucius drawled. “Have you seen the state of this house? The creature would not clean it up, stating that your little husband had done it. He truly has a unique sense of interior decorating, does he not?” Lucius looked at the strewn about laundry and the edge of a plant that could just be seen through the doorway.
“It will be taken care of,” Draco said calmly.
“I truly hope so. This house was given to my mother by her aunt. Many of the items here belonged to her and I will not replace them due to another temper tantrum by your little husband,” Lucius bit out.
“I replaced the window, Father.”
“That is hardly the point, is it? Control him, Draco. I will not allow him to sully our name or our homes.” Lucius moved to face his son across the armchair. “I never approved of this restraint Severus taught you. He should be controlled. You have the ability and yet you refuse to use it. I hope for your sake, Draco, that he is not the one dictating this arrangement. I have found you to be softening with each year, my son. Do not allow the Gryffindor to undo everything I have taught you.”
“I’m not.” Draco lifted his chin. “I am not softening. Harry is only having a spot of difficulty in his condition. Mr. Garding knows this and fortunately is the father of three children himself. And the press will eat up a sob story such as this.”
“Should I be worried about my grandchild?” Lucius said with raised eyebrows. “I will send for our personal healers, of course.”
“No, there is no worry. Severus has graciously offered his expertise and will be coming to stay with us to monitor Harry.”
Lucius rubbed his silver cane topper with a gloved thumb as he studied Draco’s face. “Well, I suppose I can trust Severus to know what is best.”
Draco took a slow but deep breath in to contain his irritation. “Father, I can see to Harry. Severus is merely here to keep an eye on him when I am not available. He will also be compiling research on our race’s breeding and what not.”
“Hmm.” Lucius contemplated his son. Then he spun on his heel and began to walk to the front door. “Control him, Draco. I will not be caught off guard by another of his histrionic tantrums again,” he warned over his shoulder. The door opened and Lucius disappeared into the snowy night.
Draco would have blown out a relieved breath if he had been of a lower class. But he wasn’t and a show of relief was a weakness. He was not softening, regardless of what his father believed.
“Ably!” The house elf appeared instantly. “Clean this house. I don’t care what Master Harry did. I want it back to the way it was. Now.” Able nodded and disappeared with a pop, along with the basket of laundry and the stacks of clothes. Draco stared into the smouldering embers in the fireplace. He briefly mused on the fact that both his father and Harry refused to utter the other’s name. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time Lucius had referred to Harry as anything other than son-in-law or ‘my son’s husband’.
He felt a tingle of magic and looked toward the bookcase. There, where it had been half empty, it was now refilled with his books. It seemed Ably had moved into the bedroom. With a last look at the fireplace, Draco turned and trod up the stairs. He caught the elf just as he was about to apparate from the hall.
“We will be having a house guest for an extended period of time. The brown room is to be ready by tomorrow morning.” The elf nodded and popped away. Draco pushed open the bedroom door and stepped inside.
Harry was still asleep, but the rumpled bed had been smoothed and the lumps underneath that had been books, were gone. Moving silently to Harry’s side of the bed, Draco paused and watched his sleeping husband. It was true that he had treated Harry more and more gently but it was mainly due to the fact that Harry had stopped annoying him so much. Frowning, Draco thought it over. No, Harry could still annoy him with his hero complex. Like the time he felt he had had to stay behind and care for the snakes at the institute when two other workers had called out sick. For two days, Harry had been away, claiming he could work all the shifts with little help. That had been excessively annoying and nearly had Draco forcing Harry to quit. But then Harry had made it up to him nicely the next three nights, the blond remembered fondly. Harry had acquiesced to every demand Draco made of him with nary a quarrel.
Draco sighed and began undressing, still watching Harry sleep. He looked very different from the way he had earlier that day. Draco could have killed him for his idiotic display. He had never had to use his Slytherin talents so skilfully as he had today as he attempted to assure the Department Head, Mr. Garding, that he would not embarrass the English Ministry in such a way while he was in Canada. The media would be dealt with in the morning and would be as easy as he had assured his father. They would eat up the drama of Harry’s difficult pregnancy.
Pausing, Draco looked again at the bed. He had had no idea that Harry was losing it so badly. Sure, he had been acting a bit odd, but the hormones and stress of being at home alone could make a person mad. However, Draco admitted that he had been absent more often then not in the past few weeks, working extremely long hours in order to be ready to step into his predecessors shoes. So it wasn’t surprising that he had been clueless as to Harry’s mental state.
Too exhausted to bother with a shower, Draco climbed into bed and pulled Harry close. The brunet immediately wrapped himself around him and Draco held him tight and mentally prepared his statement to the media until sleep claimed him.