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How Do You Want Me - Chapter 27
Title: How Do You Want Me
Author: Moitness
Rating: R
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: Angst, Extreme Physical Abuse, Language, Male Pregnancy, Parenthood/Children, Smut, Yaoi / Slash
Summary: Harry sneaks out of his dorm and runs into the one and only, Draco Malfoy. After Draco gives him an illegal potion, their world is about to be flipped upside down
Disclaimer: Not mine.



Harry left Lucius’ study with tears blinding his sight. Several missed turns and a couple of flights of stairs left Harry in a frustrated mess at the end of a long hallway with no outlet, no doors, and no windows. He threw himself to the ground, pushing the fringe out of his eyes in irritation.

“This was such a bad idea.”

He tossed his head back against the wall behind him with a loud thunk.

“I want,” he hit the wall again, “to go home,” and again.

The wall sighed, groaned, and began to give way beneath Harry’s slight form. The brunette scrambled to his feet and turned around. His eyes grew wide as he tentatively stepped into his bedroom. The wall behind him sealed itself up as though it had never moved.

“I was wondering when you were coming back. That entrance is handy, yeah?”

Harry’s attention was drawn to where Draco sat in one of the armchairs across the room. “I can’t bloody handle this place.”

Harry sank to the floor, covering his face with his arms. Draco was by his side in seconds. He gently laid a hand on Harry’s arm.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” Harry shouted, clawing at Draco’s hand.

Draco jerked back as though he had been burnt. “What happened?” he asked, crouching down.

“I want to go home, Draco. I hate this place.”

“Tell me what happened,” Draco cooed, settling himself on the floor in front of the hysterical brunette.

Harry’s shaking gradually subsided and he lowered his arms, wrapping them around his knees instead. His eyes were red and puffy beneath the black frames.

“What happened, love?” Draco asked, stroking the back of his knuckles down Harry’s cheek.

“Your father,” Harry hissed, turning his face away.

“What did he do?” Draco’s tone became tight and clipped. The hand resting on his trousers clenched and unclenched the material.

“It’s not what he did. It’s what he said.”

Draco whet his lips. “What did he say?”

Harry chewed on his bottom lip for a moment. “He said that if I fail to produce a male heir, then Jamie and I will be removed from your family,” Harry answered bitterly.

“Harry,” Draco cupped the smaller boy’s cheek. “Harry, look at me.”

Harry turned his head, meeting Draco’s eyes with a challenging green gaze.

“My father has no control over me or what I do. That includes having children with you. I don’t want you to think you have to do anything to please Lucius.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Harry sighed, blowing the fringe out of his eyes.

“Yes, it does.” Draco gripped Harry’s shoulders, drawing the boy’s attention back to himself. “The only thing that matters to me is you.” Without removing his gaze from Harry’s, Draco leaned in and placed a gently kiss against the brunette’s lips. “Are you going to be okay?”

“I’m fine,” Harry answered weakly. He began coughing into his closed fist. His shoulders shook with effort. When he finally finished, he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth.

The colour drained from Draco’s pale face. “Merlin, Harry, you’re bleeding!”

Harry looked down at his hands. He gingerly fingered his bottom lip and came away with more blood. “I think I cut my lip,” he said, as his dark eyebrows knitted in confusion.

Before Draco could answer, Harry fell back into another coughing fit. This one didn’t last as long, but when he finished, his hands were covered in blood. He looked up at Draco helplessly.

“Oh, Merlin, Harry.” Draco quickly performed an evanesco to clean Harry’s hands and mouth. “You’re not bleeding - you’re coughing up blood.”

“Really.” Harry’s green eyes were large and sarcastic.

“Does anything hurt?” Draco asked, his free hand hovering over Harry’s belly uneasily. Harry lifted one shoulder.

“My back hurts, but that’s old news. The coughing doesn’t help.”

“I think we should go see Madame Pomfry”

“If I go back to Hogwarts, I’m staying there.”

“You’re going to Hogwarts.”

“Then I’m staying there.”

“Quit being difficult.”

“I’m being honest.”

Draco sighed. “Why do you want to leave already? We haven’t even been here a full day.”

Harry rested his head against his knees. “Go talk to Daddy Dearest about that one.”

“Fine I’ll take you to Hogwarts in the morning and you can stay there.”

Harry’s head shot up “You’re not going to stay with me?”

“No, I’m coming back home. I wanted to spend my hols here.”

“So you’re leaving me there alone.”

“You know I want you here,” Draco carded a hand through Harry’s thick locks, “with me.”

Harry cast his eyes downward. “All my life I’ve been abused by men. I know your father is going to be one of them, and I don’t want to put myself in a dangerous situation.”

“What if I promised you wouldn’t have to see him at all?”

“You can’t do that, Draco.”

“It’s a big house.”

Harry remained silent.

“You can’t keep running, Harry. Do you trust me?”

Harry timidly raised his eyes.

“Do you trust me?” Draco asked again.

Harry nodded slowly, his jade eyes wide and uncertain. Draco held out his hand and carefully pulled him to his feet.

“It’s late. We should get to bed, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Draco kissed him n the cheek and walked out of the room.

That night, Harry woke up for the fifth time in an hour. Glancing at the clock, he surmised he had only gotten about an hour of sleep since he laid down three hours previously. “Sod this,” he sighed, throwing the blankets off his body.

The sheets and duvet were of the finest fabric money could buy. The mattress wasn’t too soft, and it wasn’t too firm. The bed was the nicest Harry ever slept in, but it lacked a certain blond bed warmer to which Harry had grown accustomed.

He tiptoed across the hall, eyes raking down the other end to ensure he wasn’t being watched by any errant house elves. He eased open Draco’s door, silently thanking that it didn’t creak. Across the room, Draco’s bedroom door was left ajar, allowing a sliver from the moonlight to filter into the sitting room. Harry managed to slide his body into the room with his belly just brushing the door.

Draco slept in his imposing four-poster the same way he slept at Hogwarts- curled into a ball beneath the duvet. Harry felt his heart swell at the sight as he quietly padded across the carpet to the other side of the bed. He lifted the duvet and slid beneath the cool sheets, snuggling against the warmth of Draco’s bare back.

“I wondered when you would show up.” Draco’s voice was heavy and sleep-laden. He pulled Harry’s arm around his waist, threading their fingers together.

The next morning Draco woke to the sunlight cascading over his face. He looked down to find Harry’s dark head pillowed on his chest. He slid his fingers through the soft locks, causing the brunette to stir slightly. Harry stretched out all of his limbs before curling back into himself with a contented groan.

“Sleep well?” Draco asked.

Harry perched his chin on the blonde’s chest, squinting up at him. “Yes.” He laid his head back down. “I don’t have my wand. Will you summon my glasses?”

Draco nodded. He picked his wand up off the bedside table. “Accio Harry’s glasses.” After a moment, the black wire frames sailed into Draco’s hand unharmed. He handed the glasses to Harry, who slid them onto his nose gratefully. “Must we go to Hogwarts today?” he asked, his eyes large beneath the lenses of his spectacles.

Draco laid his head back against the pillow. “If you start coughing blood up again, yes. Otherwise we’ll just wait until we get back to Hogwarts.”

Their day was spent leisurely on the Malfoy estate. It was also Lucius-free, true to Draco’s word. Harry especially enjoyed the lunch they shared in the generous gardens. “They’re enchanted to stay this way all year, even in the winter,” Draco said as Harry walked down the path, mesmerized by the green foliage and lush flowers that surrounded him.

Harry sat down on an old wooden swing, just off the path. “Is this thing safe?” he asked, wrapping his fingers around the ropes holding the swing.

“Of course it is,” Draco answered with a smile. “Marjorie used to push me on it when I was younger.”

“I wish I could live out here,” Harry sighed.

“You could, you know.” Draco added quickly, “Live at the Manor, I mean.”

Something dark passed over Harry’s features. “It’s been almost two weeks since I cut myself,” he said instead of replying.

“I know, but,” Draco faltered. “Harry, did you hear what I said?”

“I heard you, Draco.”

For the rest of the evening, Harry remained silent and pensive. Nevertheless, Draco was rather surprised when Harry followed him into his rooms that night without a word.

“Are you feeling all right?” Draco asked, as Harry stretched himself out on the settee. “You didn’t eat much at dinner.”

“I wasn’t very hungry,” Harry replied hollowly.

“Are you mad at me?”

Harry threw an arm over his eyes and sighed. He shook his head. “I’m horny,” he mumbled finally. Draco couldn’t help the laugher that bubbled up out of his throat.

Harry jumped up, a look of anguish marring his delicate features with tears in his eyes. “I’m just a bloody joke to you, aren’t I? Poor Potter got knocked up by Malfoy so now they feel obligated to pay him off. You’re just like your father,” he hissed, brushing past the blond.

Before he made it to the door, however, Draco’s hand closed over his wrist and spun him around so he was flush against the aristocrat’s body. He held Harry’s gaze steadily as he placed a firm kiss against the brunette’s lips. “Not a joke. Endearing.”

Harry’s eyes frantically searched Draco’s face for any hint of dishonesty. When he found none, he tangled his fingers in the flaxen hair at the nape of Draco’s neck and pulled him down for a bruising kiss. Draco sighed in pleasure as Harry opened his mouth, allowing Draco to slide his tongue inside for the first time in many months.

The kiss seemed to last forever, until both teenagers were breathless. Draco pulled away first. He couldn’t help the lazy grin that tugged at the corners of his mouth. “That was. . .”

“Wow,” Harry answered for him.

Draco nodded.

Harry took a step back. He lifted a finger to run it over his bottom lip. Gathering his Gryffindor courage, he headed toward Draco’s bedroom, pausing just long enough to throw a glance over his shoulder. “Are you coming?”

By the time Draco got to the bedroom, Harry was laying back against the mountain of pillows. His legs were splayed and bent at the knees. “Come here, Draco,” he said softly. Draco cautiously crawled up onto the bed, approaching Harry the way he would approach a skittish horse.

Part of Draco was afraid that Harry would change his mind and bolt out of the room. He settled himself between Harry’s thighs. Mindful of the baby, Draco kept his weight carefully balanced on hands that rested on either side of Harry.

“I’m nervous,” Harry admitted, raising a shaky hand to brush the fringe out of Draco’s eyes.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” Draco replied.

Wordlessly, Harry began to place soft kisses along Draco’s jawbone. “I want you to make love to me, Draco.”