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bottom_dracoTitle: Twelve Months
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Prompt: #15
Pairing(s):Variations of Harry/Draco/Luna
Summary: Harry and Draco want to make their family of two larger. With the help of Luna this is possible… but there are conditions.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Harry Potter franchise, no matter how much I really, really want to.
Warning(s): Some het (but not too detailed), threesome, and bottoming from the top
Word Count: 7,019
Author's Notes: It took me a while to finally write this due to a terrible semester, but I’m glad I stuck with it and actually finished! It's my favorite threesome, so I'm glad I could write about it. :)
Twelve Months Ago
“Aaaahhhh!”
Draco snorted in an attempt to prevent himself from laughing out loud. Leave it to the Weasel to be the one bugging out, when his own wife was in labor. Hermione looked absolutely livid, sending murderous glares Ron’s way as she held onto his hand tightly.
“What are you upset for, Ronald?!” she exclaimed through clenched teeth, the nurse beside her telling her to push harder. “You’re not the one who is being split… In… TWO!”
“Ugh…” Harry moaned beside him, and Draco turned to smile at his clearly distressed lover. For being so-called ‘Gryffindors,’ he and Weasley certainly were wimps in the face of such a non-threatening thing as childbirth. Not that he would have switched places with Weasley, though; Ronald looked like an absolute mess, with his red hair sticking to his white-as-a-sheet face by a layer of sweat and eyes about to bulge out of his head. Harry looked no better- his face was also pale and he stared directly at the tiled floor without looking anywhere else. Really, Draco still wasn’t sure why they were allowed in the room in the first place. Probably for moral support for the father-to-be.
“Ron, say something! I swear when this is done I’m going to- Ron, no… No, don’t you DARE!!!” Hermione was suddenly yelling and Draco looked up in time to see the red-head’s blue eyes roll up in his head and his body fall backwards, away from the bed.
Ronald Weasley had actually fainted during his wife’s pregnancy. Draco would never let him live it down.
“Oh, shit!” Harry was up immediately, his previously ill self gone in the face of adversity. He flew to Ron’s side, carefully picking up his head to see where Ron had hit it, then looked at Draco with determined eyes. “I have to see if he’s alright. Go help Hermione,” he ordered, completely taking control of the situation.
Draco frowned. He was not squeamish like his lover or Hermione’s husband, but he still didn’t want to be the one to fill that role. Clearly, though, it was either that or tend to Weasley’s ‘injuries,’ which he definitely did not want to do, so, reluctantly, he stood up to go to Hermione. The distressed witch immediately grabbed his hand with a grip of steel- it was amazing what situations could give a person such strength.
“Er… Breathe, Hermione. Fast breaths, push that baby out-“ Draco encouraged, wincing when Granger held his hand tighter.
“That’s wrong, Draco! All the books said to take long deep breaths- OH GOD…!”
It was positively gruesome. The Mediwitch was covered with blood through the whole procedure as she worked between Hermione’s legs. He didn’t even want to know what it looked like down there, but unfortunately he had a pretty good idea and cringed at his own imagination. Draco kept his eyes fixated on the blanket covering Hermione, feeling a little queasy at each slick sound he heard come from the operation and more than just a bit of sympathy and jealousy for the passed-out Weasel. How long could he honestly be out for? And why wasn’t Harry taking over, Hermione was his best friend! Somehow Draco couldn’t even yell at him properly for it either- his tongue seemed to have lodged itself somewhere in his throat, preventing Draco from speaking.
After what seemed like forever, the baby’s cry filled the room, followed quickly by a smack to its butt. Hermione’s grip loosened considerably on Draco’s hand, which had lost feeling by that point. Finally snapping back to reality, Draco looked down at Hermione to see her panting and sweaty, but smiling at the sight of her baby daughter. The Mediwitch handed her newly cleaned baby-
And it was the most beautiful thing Draco had ever seen.
With plump, rosy cheeks, beautiful heart shaped lips and a little button nose, the new little Weaselette was such a precious thing that Draco’s heart warmed with joy. He was so lost in his reverie, he barely noticed when Harry’s arm came to wrap around his shoulders. Weasley also came into view, as he finally returned to Hermione’s bedside.
“Say hi to Daddy, Rose,” Hermione cooed and the baby cried in response.
“H-Hi Rose,” Weasley squeaked out, but as funny as it was, Draco didn’t want to laugh at him. Harry, however, did, while kissing Draco on his cheek.
“They’re going to be brilliant parents,” he murmured as he wrapped the other arm around Draco, “You were brilliant…”
Despite being complimented, Draco only nodded. The only thing that was on his mind was, ‘I want one.’
~*~
It took him almost another month to actually approach Harry about the subject of children, however. Draco wasn’t nervous at the idea, as he knew that one of the things Harry wanted most in the world was a family. He was unsure of how it’d be possible, especially without adoption. It was a nice thought and maybe one day they could adopt (he was quite sure Harry would be all for it), but for the first child Draco wanted it to be within his bloodline.
Which clearly presented a problem.
Not knowing how to get around this problem, Draco had spent the majority of his time at Hermione’s place, playing with the newborn baby Rose while Hermione rested. Despite being a clean-cut Weasley, Draco had become very attached to Rose, even though her red hair was starting to show. Hermione was grateful for the help, especially since Draco didn’t coddle her or try and take control, like Mrs. Weasley would if she came by to help.
“Rosey loves her Uncle Draco, huh?” she said lightly, petting her daughter’s hair. Rose smiled in response and reached up towards Draco, who smiled and let her take hold of his finger. Hermione sighed and relaxed back against the couch cushions while taking a sip of her tea. “You know, you’re really good with her. I’ll be completely honest… I didn’t expect that.”
Draco shrugged and started to rock Rose back and forth in an attempt to put her to sleep. Instead, Rose brought his finger to her mouth to suck on. “No, I agree… I didn’t expect to be so, either. But Rose… she’s just so… precious.”
Hermione smiled knowingly. “You want a baby, don’t you?” she asked, smile widening further at the blush that appeared on Draco’s cheeks, “I knew it. Have you talked to Harry about it?”
“No. It’s complicated. I want an heir… by blood. Which I suppose raises problems, since I’m the last male Malfoy out there and quite gay,” he said. Rose’s eyes were finally starting to droop.
“You don’t know of any relatives who have Malfoy blood?” Hermione asked. Draco shook his head.
“Not to my knowledge, no. I’ve never met anyone that’s not really old or dead… or my parents. And to ask them to have my child is kind of disgusting,” he replied, scrunching his nose in response.
Finally Rose’s blue eyes closed and her breathing evened out. Hermione set her tea down and took her daughter away to put her in the crib that was next to them. When she sat back down she remained quiet, deeply in thought. “What about… artificial insemination?” Hermione pondered aloud. At Draco’s arched eyebrow she continued, “It’s a Muggle method of pregnancy that doesn’t involve sex. Basically they can take the sperm of a man and insert it with an object into a woman so she becomes pregnant. No sex, but if it’s your sperm, then you preserve the Malfoy line and have an appropriate ‘heir.’”
Draco was stunned. Muggles had really figured out how to do that? While it was true that he didn’t hate them anymore, he thought that they were only good for coming up with appliances that made chores easier. “I didn’t know that was even possible.”
Hermione nodded. “It is, but you had better decide who you would want to mother your children first. You don’t want to choose just anyone, obviously. Maybe you and Harry can decide together?” she suggested. Draco nodded in response.
Later that night, when Draco and Harry were getting ready for bed, Harry snuck up behind his love to press up close. A hand snaked around Draco’s body to scratch at his stomach, which Draco smiled at, knowing that it was Harry’s way of asking for sex; Draco loved being able to know his partner so well . However, Draco wanted to talk with Harry seriously first, so he shrugged off the other’s hand and turned to look at him.
Puzzled, Harry frowned and cocked his head. “Something wrong, Draco?”
Draco gave him a small smile and took Harry’s hand in his own, linking their fingers. He let the silence drift about them for the moment, as he thought of how he wanted to word it. “Harry, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking…” he began, then instantly regretted the way he’d started, as he saw the fear rise in Harry’s eyes.
“Draco, what did I-“
“No, no,” Draco interrupted, squeezing Harry’s hand. “It’s not bad. I think. Um… I’ve thought a lot about it. I... Harry, I want to have children.”
Even though Harry was already still, Draco could feel him tense up. “You want children?” he responded slowly. Draco nodded, and Harry swallowed hard before continuing, “I can’t… really give you that…”
“You don’t need to,” Draco said, talking hurriedly so Harry didn’t take that the wrong way as well. “And I’m not saying I want a woman either, so don’t jump to that conclusion.”
“Er… wizards can’t get pregnant, right…” Harry asked awkwardly and Draco couldn’t help but burst laughing.
“Don’t be silly, of course not. And even if that was possible, I’m sure not going to be the one getting his insides rearranged to get knocked up,” he said with some sarcasm and finally Harry cracked a grin.
“In that case how-“
“There are other ways,” Draco replied, again interrupting him. He’d gone over the information numerous times before Harry came home that day, “Like artificial insemination.”
At that Harry blinked, not knowing what that meant.
“That means implanting sperm into a woman, through nonsexual means, to impregnate her,” Draco explained.
“Oh… so the baby would be related to us. Like actually be ours?”
“Exactly.”
“That’s… brilliant. I would have never thought of that,” Harry confessed with a wondrous grin.
Draco laughed. “Me neither, actually.”
“But… I don’t just want any woman to bear our child…” Harry said softly, shaking his head.
“We don’t have to decide this moment,” Draco reassured, “We can spend some time looking for the right carrier.”
Then, as if a light went on in the room, Harry’s grin brilliantly widened with realization. “We’re going to be parents.”
Draco’s smile matched his. “Yeah… we are.”
Harry leaned in for a kiss, which quickly deepened with more promise. Pulling back, Harry looked Draco in the eye, as serious as when the blond brought up the topic earlier, and said in a low husky voice, “I love you so much.”
Draco felt his own breath catch in his throat and before he could answer, Harry was kissing him again deeply. He figured he didn’t need to say anything anyway; Harry picked up the message clearly enough.
~*~
Ten Months Ago
Harry wanted to take their time searching for a woman they deemed suitable to carry his and Draco’s child, but he hadn’t thought it’d take them so long to find someone. Draco was, as expected, extremely picky of which woman would do it. If his sperm was the one used to conceive this child, then he wanted a woman with the perfect set of genes. He didn’t say it, but by the looks of all the brunettes Draco interviewed and eyed, Harry knew Draco was searching for someone who looked like him. Draco was never satisfied; apparently, he could not find someone with both black hair and green eyes like Harry had.
Draco’s deep desire for wanting both their physical looks to be in the child was extraordinarily sweet. However, Harry was becoming antsy.
“Maybe you could both implant your sperm into a fairy egg,” Luna said conversationally one Sunday over tea, after Harry explained the situation. It was, of course, a stupid idea, but by this point in time Harry would not expect any less from her. He merely smiled politely as Luna pondered her suggestion. “Although, I suppose your child would be really tiny. And sparkly.”
Harry chuckled and shook his head. “And it’d be part creature. Which… I’m sure Draco wouldn’t care for,” he joked back. Luna took another sip of her tea and went back to imagining the intricacies of fairy birthing. Of all the people Harry had kept in touch with from Hogwarts, Luna was the only one who seemed to have remained the same. It was a comforting thought.
At that moment, Draco burst through the door in his usual dramatic fashion and clearly flustered. “I put one ad in the paper asking for women interested in birthing Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy’s child, green-eyed brunettes only, and I get every women in London in response, most of who aren’t even qualified! You know how many fifty year old women I’ve seen? Who knows if they even are brunettes, their hair is gray!” Draco ranted, as he threw his cloak and other assorted items off of him. “Not to mention the women who have red hair, blond hair, hazel eyes, brown eyes, blue eyes, freckles, did I say anything about freckles? God, no!”
Again, Harry had to restrain himself from bursting out laughing at his lover’s tirade. Luna simply looked at her tea cup, smiling serenely.
But Draco wasn’t done. He put a hand on his hip and stared at Harry with furious eyes, “Ginny even applied. Can you believe that? She’d do anything just to somehow be back in your life-“
“Hold on, Draco, that’s not completely fair,” Harry began to say, but just as he did, Luna looked up at him as well and Harry’s breath caught in his throat. Draco’s upset expression turned curious, as Harry continued to stare between the two of them.
“What’s wrong?” the blond asked and Harry gestured him closer. Raising an eyebrow, Draco did, until he was standing right next to Luna.
It was like looking at a carbon copy.
“I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before,” Harry murmured as he kept staring back and forth. “I think we’ve been going about this the wrong way.”
“Harry?”
“Are you going with the fairy egg idea, then?” Luna asked, meriting a scandalized look from Draco.
“What?!”
Harry shook his head. “No, no… Draco… You look exactly like Luna,” he stated, and knew immediately his lover was offended. Before Draco could even speak, Harry went on, “Let me explain. I mean, it’s so obvious. You both have really fair skin, both have grey eyes, both have white-blond hair… Even your noses and lips look the same. Draco, Luna could be your sister.”
At this, the two blonds stared at each other silently, which gave Harry another moment to think it through. They even had the same lidded, aristocratic stare. Why did Harry never realize this? He supposed it was because there was never really a reason. Still, it was unmistakable.
“You do have those grey Malfoy eyes,” Draco mused, “That’s not very common.”
“Well, I suppose it’s because my mother is your father’s cousin,” Luna said lightly, as if it was common knowledge.
“Your mother was a Malfoy?” Draco said, his eyebrows shooting up, “Why did I never know this?!”
“Probably because my mother married my father. I can’t imagine your family was very happy about her marrying a Lovegood. Still, she tried to keep the tradition by naming me Luna,” Luna explained and realization seemed to dawn on Draco.
“I never knew that…” Draco mused. Then, after a moment, “I’m sorry for treating you like shit, back at Hogwarts.”
Luna smiled. “Oh, it was all in good fun, wasn’t it?”
Draco was clearly uncomfortable. “Uh… yeah, sure. Harry, what’s the point of this?”
Harry cleared his throat and put his elbows on the table. “See, instead of finding someone who looks like me, we found someone that looks like you. Who, actually, has some Malfoy blood in her. Understand yet?”
“Ask Luna to be our surrogate mother?” Draco asked, almost incredulously.
Harry turned to Luna. “Will you?”
But Draco was still uneasy. “Hang on, Harry-“
“I’d love to,” Luna agreed immediately, interrupting Draco. Harry grinned and clapped his hands together once in excitement.
“Brilliant!” Harry exclaimed, “Basically, a Mediwitch is going to take my sperm and put it into you-“ He stopped when he saw Luna shake her head.
“No… if we are going to do this, I want it to be real,” Luna said. At Harry’s confused glance, she went on to say, “If we do this, I want to be impregnated by you personally.”
The tension in the air went frigid immediately. Draco looked at Harry with concern as Harry could feel his neck heat up. “Like… me have sex with you?” he asked in a small voice. At Luna’s nod he asked, “Why?”
It was Luna’s turn to blush, and oddly enough, Harry couldn’t remember a time he had ever seen her like that. “The truth is… I’m a virgin. If I’m going to be pregnant with someone else’s child… I want to lose my virginity,” she confessed in a small voice.
Harry felt Draco’s hand softly land on his shoulder, and he knew that Draco, while sympathetic, was as unsure about it as he was. Harry swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. “We’ll… I mean, Draco and I will have to think about that.”
Luna nodded in understanding, and Harry knew she was still slightly embarrassed by her confession. “Of course… Take as long as you need. Just know I… I would be honored to carry your child.”
Harry’s heart melted with compassion for his good friend, but he knew it would not be so easy. That became evident as later that month, he and Draco were still discussing the situation.
“She’s just… weird,” Draco had decided, shaking his head. Harry, of course, frowned at that, and an immediate urge to defend his long time friend rose in him.
“Luna’s not weird,” Harry argued back. “She’s just different.”
Draco scoffed and walked away. “Well, who would ask you to have sex with them, in this kind of a situation?!”
“Someone who we’re asking to carry our child. That’s normally how it’s done.”
“Do you honestly want to have sex with her?” Draco asked almost rhetorically, an eyebrow raised.
Harry grimaced. “Not particularly… I’ve never been particularly good with lady bits. But I’m willing to do almost anything, so we can have our child.”
His blond love’s eyes softened at that. Draco walked over and took Harry’s hands in his own, looking at the laced fingers for the moment before turning his silver gaze up at Harry. “You really think it’s the best idea?” he asked softly.
Harry nodded and took the other in his protective arms. Draco sighed and cuddled closer. “Alright… but you better not enjoy it.”
“Oh, no, I won’t. Unless… you were there, too…” Harry mused.
He could feel Draco’s cheeks heat up. “Th-there with you?” he squeaked out. The stammer made Harry grin.
“Yep.”
“Would you like that?” Draco asked in a small voice.
Harry squeezed him reassuringly. “It’s your child too. You should have a part in it.”
Draco thought on this and eventually nodded in consent. Harry kissed him softly while his heart beat excitedly in his chest. They were one step closer to having a family to call their own- the only thing Harry had ever wanted.
~*~
The tension in the bedroom that evening was palpable. Luna, since it was her first time, had a constant blush on her face as she undressed, her back turned from the two men. Harry’s hands were practically shaking as he took off his own clothes, almost missing the buttons completely as he attempted to undo them. Draco paced around, seemingly without anything to do, before he mumbled, “For God’s sake, Harry…” and moved to help his love remove his clothing.
They were all silent.
Finally Harry was undressed and Draco, after placing one last kiss to his lips, turned away to sit in the chair against the wall. Slowly, Harry turned to look at Luna, who at the same time turned to look at him. The first thing he noticed was that her skin was as creamy and smooth as Draco’s, and that connection alone made his breath hitch in his throat. He slowly looked her up and down as she turned. Yes, she was shorter than Draco, but her blond hair was just as soft and well managed, and her chest was flat for a girl, which would make the fact that she was a woman a little bit easier to deal with. However, it was her blush and wide, grey eyes that endeared her to Harry the most; it was almost the same exact expression that Draco had had on his face, the first time they had made love.
“U-um…” Luna began nervously, and Harry had never known her without anything to say. She fidgeted and bit her lip, and suddenly Harry felt an overwhelming sense of confidence take him. He smiled sympathetically.
“How about you get on the bed?” he offered, and Luna moved to sit in the middle of the bed with her legs closed. Harry climbed on after her, thinking of how to make her more comfortable. “It’s going to be ok,” Harry said softly, putting a hand on her hip. Her skin was soft and smooth and Harry rubbed it encouragingly. “I know it’s your first time… You’ll like it. Just relax… let me hold you, ok?”
At her nod, Harry began to caress her body. It shouldn’t have seemed so easy to him. Yes, her body was smaller and softer than Draco’s, but it was just so convenient to pretend that this was his body. However, he couldn’t completely ignore his true love. Harry slid his hand up to cup her chest, his thumb grazing her nipple gently. Luna’s reaction was immediate, her eyes closing and mouth opening with a small moan. While she was distracted, Harry quickly turned to Draco, only to see that he was rather… frightened.
That wouldn’t do either. Harry waved a hand over, inviting him to the bed. Draco shakily walked over to him and bent down so Harry could whisper in his ear, “Please, join us…” For a moment it seemed as if Draco was going to decline, but then he slowly undressed and climbed onto the bed. Harry kissed him gratefully. Together, though with some reluctance on Draco’s part, they slowly petted Luna’s body, until her legs finally relaxed enough for Harry to touch her between them.
It had been a very long time since he’d touched a girl anywhere between her legs; he had almost forgotten what it felt like. It was so weird, not having a piece of hard flesh to stroke, and there was a lot more folds than Harry remembered. Taking the courage to explore, Harry slid his fingers up and down, surprised when Luna cried out as he brushed somewhere near the top. He manipulated that spot and Luna writhed beneath him, arching her back. What surprised him even further was how Draco leaned to suck and kiss her exposed chest.
Harry licked his lips and with his free hand moved to stroke himself. “Luna… I’m going to enter you soon… It’s going to hurt a little bit,” he warned, but barely knew if she even heard him over her own moans. Undeterred, he continued, “I just want to let you know that Draco and I are very grateful for you for doing this for us. Please know that.”
Finally he moved Luna’s legs on either side of his hips, located her opening, and pushed in. Harry groaned loudly as he entered her, masking Luna’s cry of pain. She was tight, very tight, in a way only virgins were. Harry stopped himself from moving once he was in all the way, letting Luna adjust to him, and only when he heard Draco call his name did he realize that his eyes were squeezed shut. Opening them, he saw twin pairs of grey eyes staring up at him, and at Draco’s nod of encouragement he began to move. Whatever initial discomfort Luna had seemed to dissipate as he moved in her, her cries of pain turning into moans of pleasure. Harry stared at Draco the whole time, and saw the other’s gaze warm as the realization set in that Harry was doing this for him. Slowly, Draco sat up and leaned to kiss Harry, softly at first, but the more that Harry moved in Luna, the most passionate the kiss became. Harry kept one hand on Luna’s hip and the other moved to grip Draco closer.
“When this is done,” Harry said, between pants and kisses, “I’m going to take care of you…”
Draco moaned lightly, “Please, soon…”
That was more than enough for Harry to go on. Breaking away from Draco he moved faster inside Luna. She responded eagerly to this, as her body shuddered and tightened around Harry’s prick. Harry wasn’t completely sure if that was an orgasm or not, but that, combined with the strong desire to be with Draco, pushed him over the edge quickly after.
As soon as he was finished, both he and Luna collapsed back onto the bed, her tiny body panting and limbs limp. Harry turned over on his back, but before he could even relax, he was suddenly filled with an armful of Draco, who was kissing him fiercely. Harry smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around the other man. Draco rubbed his erection on Harry’s torso.
“I need you… now…” Draco said between kisses. Unsurprisingly, Harry’s cock twitched in response, despite having just come. Harry petted down Draco’s back until his fingertips dipped down the cleft of Draco’s arse and teased his entrance.
“Can you give me… five minutes and a cleaning charm?” he requested and Draco whined as his fingertips pressed on the sensitive rim. Blindly, Draco reached for the nightstand to grab one of their wands and waved the spell, cleaning Harry’s prick of his seed and Luna’s liquids. The spell sent a shiver up Harry’s spine; it wasn’t entirely unpleasant, but still felt powerful on his sensitive organ.
After five minutes of respite (not really, as Draco teased his body by plucking his nipples and kissing his very sensitive ears the entire time), Draco finally ground his arse against Harry’s prick, which, for the most part, sprang to attention almost immediately. Sex with Luna was nice, but nothing could beat the lovely familiar feeling of Draco. Harry pressed his fingers inside of the other man, stretching his opening hastily, eager to be inside him once more. He stroked inside Draco’s channel and crooked his fingers until they found that beautiful bundle of nerves that never failed to make the blond keen. Draco arched his back and pressed back against Harry’s fingers, a very low moan escaping him.
“Please, Harry, I need you now!” he begged and with a chuckle, Harry removed his fingers to position the tip of his penis at that entrance. Before he could even move his hips, Draco was already sitting down on him, taking Harry at his own pace. Harry thrust his hips slowly, kind of relieved that Draco was doing all the work, as he was already too over-stimulated and worked up to do much on his own.
Draco leaned backward, so that he was more in a sitting position and reached back to grip onto Harry’s bent legs for support. His head was thrown back in pleasure, as Harry’s prick grazed his prostate each time he slid down on it. However, a very surprising sensation on his own prick made Draco snap his head down to attention. At some point, Luna had gained enough energy to sit up and wrap her lips around Draco’s cock. He faltered as a low moan escaped him. “L-Luna…?”
Luna pulled off of him, as he came to a halt, to smile up at him. “I never tried that either. Is it alright?” she asked quietly, her cheeks flushed and lips red. Draco swallowed uncertainly and glanced down at Harry, whose smile was enough for Draco to nod in agreement.
“Y-Yeah… just um- roll your lips over your teeth…. And, for now just stay still,” he instructed and Luna resumed. With a shaky breath, Draco went back to lowering himself on Harry, but now, each time he pulled back up, his prick was engulfed by a soft, warm mouth. It was a brilliant feeling. She was not perfect at it, and every once in a while, her teeth would graze Draco’s sensitive erection, causing him to hiss in a mix of pain and pleasure, but the stimulation to both his prostate and erection was mind-blowing.
Apparently, the sight was just as erotic to Harry. Harry was already very close to the edge, having come once earlier, and he clenched his teeth to hold back. “Draco, you c-close yet?” he asked, with clear restraint.
Draco nodded, his mouth open and wanton. “Just a little more, baby,” Draco confirmed and began to move faster. The new pace catapulted Harry towards climax, and with a sharp thrust of his hips he cried out and came deep inside his lover. It was almost a domino effect, as this triggered Draco’s orgasm and with a moan, he shot into Luna’s mouth. Unfortunately, Luna’s reaction was choking on the load and pulling back to cough it up on the bed. While Draco and Harry felt bad, they could not really comfort her, as they struggled to catch their breath.
Eventually, Luna quieted down and Harry reached out for her. “Are you alright?” he asked gently. She nodded with a shy smile.
“Y-yeah… I just wasn’t expecting it,” Luna said with a raspy voice. Harry chuckled while Draco cast another cleaning charm on all three of them and the bed. Once done with that, he rolled off of Harry and snuggled into his side, now physically exhausted.
For a moment, Luna was confused, vacillating between lying back down or leaving Harry and Draco’s bed. Again, Harry’s heart warmed with endearment and he reached for her arm, pulling Luna gently down to his other side. If she was going to carry his and Draco’s child, she could at least stay the night. Wrapping his arms around the two blonds on either side of him, the three of them eventually drifted off to a pleasant sleep.
~*~
Four Months Ago
It surprised all three of them, just how fast the last five months had passed. It seemed like only yesterday that Luna had cast the pregnancy test charm over herself and glowed pink, a positive sign. Since then, there had been a lot of celebrating, as well as a lot of planning. For one thing, Grimmauld Place was not baby-safe in the least. There were cursed objects everywhere and too many pointed edges. Through the years, Harry and Draco had just learned to live with it. However, something needed to be done about it now, so that their child won’t face harm in its own home.
This became Harry’s project. With a lot of help from Ron, Hermione and many curse-breaker contractors, each room was reviewed and worked on, to create a safe environment. By this point in Luna’s pregnancy, the whole downstairs was renovated, as well as most of the second floor, including the master bedroom and what would be the baby’s room, right across the hall. There was still another floor of Grimmauld Place to go, but as the two parents-to-be could not find any reason why their baby would go up there just yet, they were not in too much of a hurry.
The baby’s room was completely cleared out so that Draco could redecorate. They had both agreed that Draco would be in charge of the decorating, since Harry would most likely paint the walls some ghastly color of red or something. He had a lot of help from both Luna, who by that point couldn’t help Harry baby proof, and his mother, who was much too over-eager to help. The three of them created a very classy bedroom for the new addition to the family. They had charmed the ceiling to appear like a pretty blue sky in the day time and a clear starry sky at night, almost like the ceiling in the Great Hall at Hogwarts was, except this charm would never depict a grey, cloudy sky. The sky at night would also connect the patterns of the stars, revealing the different constellations that would appear over the course of a year. It was reminiscent of Draco’s own childhood bedroom, where at night he would lay gazing at his own constellation until he fell asleep.
The walls of the baby’s room were broad, vertical stripes of pale blue and gold and the carpet a soft beige. Draco’s parents had provided them a complete set of furniture, which included a variety of pieces including a baby’s bed, comfy chair, changing station, dresser and toy chest. Finally, to add one last effect, Draco charmed little porcelain flying doves to hover over the baby’s bed and coo softly.
Harry had to admit that it was a very beautifully arranged room, and the choice of blue was bold, considering they did not know if the child was a boy or a girl yet. The two had decided to keep the sex of the child secret, so they would be surprised. Of course, this meant that they had to choose both a boy’s and a girl’s name, which had created some tension between the new parents. This had escalated particularly one day that Luna was visiting for tea. Since she had become pregnant, Luna had been visiting them more and more frequently, until she was practically living at their home. Neither of them minded much; Luna was practically part of the family now.
“We’re not naming our child after a dead person, Harry,” Draco said with a glare and crossed arms. However Harry was not about to back down and stared right back.
“What’s wrong with naming our child after one of my parents? Or after Albus, or even Severus?”
Draco curled his lip. “It’s morbid, Potter! You’re going to make our child depressed!” he retorted.
“Don’t call me that. And it’s not morbid! It’s respectful!” Harry argued, spilling his tea a little the more he got excited. Luna just calmly sipped her tea through all of this, watching the fight with amusement.
“It’s creepy. Besides, if the baby is a Malfoy, which it is, then we’re going to keep Malfoy tradition and name it after an astronomical figure,” Draco decided, holding up the starry sky chart he was looking at, to emphasize his point. Harry snatched the star chart out of his hands and groaned as he looked at it.
“No way, you’ll just come up with a stupid sounding name like… Ophiuchus or… Scorpius,” Harry said, deciding those were the worst ones he could find.
But Draco yelled, “I’ll have you know Ophiuchus is a very dignified name!”
“Can I make a suggestion?” Luna’s quiet voice piped up, causing the two men to turn to her. “What about a compromise?”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “How?”
“Well… maybe the first name of your baby could be an astronomical name, like Draco wants, and the middle name can be a dedication to someone, like Harry wants?” she offered and then taking the star chart from Harry, she began to flip through it. “For example… a boy’s name could be Corvus James and a girl’s name Colomba Lily.”
Both men tested out the names on their tongues. “Corvus James… Colomba Lily…” Draco mused, looking up at a random point above him. “’Raven’ and ‘dove’?”
Harry turned to him with a questioning glance. “Huh?”
“Corvus is Latin for ‘raven’ and Colomba is Latin for ‘dove.’ They go well together,” he replied and both of them smiled at one another.
“Yeah… I like it,” Harry said and grinned brilliantly at Luna, who beamed back. Finally, she finished her tea and set the cup down.
“I’m glad I could help you two settle that. I’m afraid I have to go now,” she announced, standing up.
Harry asked, “You’re not staying for dinner with us?”
Luna shook her head. “Not tonight. I have a date.”
This surprised both Harry and Draco. For being five months along, Luna was showing very well and had a very pronounced belly. Not many men would go for that. Concerned, Harry had to ask, “With whom?”
A light blush dusted Luna’s cheeks. “Neville Longbottom,” she responded with a shy smile.
“Neville? Really?” Harry asked in disbelief. He had not heard from Neville for a long time, though he knew that he was the Herbology professor at Hogwarts now.
Luna nodded. “I was out shopping for yarn to knit baby things earlier this week and he saw me in Diagon Alley. We had some coffee and decided to get dinner tonight.” She was clearly excited, and Harry and Draco glanced at one another with the same smug smile.
“That’s wonderful to hear, Luna. I hope you have a wonderful night,” Draco said encouragingly and she gave them both a radiant smile. Both could see why Neville would be attracted to her; Luna was positively glowing.
~*~
Present Day
A loud cry, mimicking completely the one that Harry and Draco had heard from Hermione the year before, filled the room as the nurses urged Luna to push. The two men were holding both of her hands, one on either side of the bed as she birthed their child. Just like last year, Harry looked faintly sick and was staring directly at the floor to avoid seeing anything else. Draco, however, couldn’t seem to look away. This was one of the most fascinating, exciting and completely amazing points of his entire life.
He and Harry were going to be parents.
They had been mentally preparing for it for the past nine months. Hermione had lent the two of them all of the parental books she had read before her own pregnancy, so Draco knew exactly how to act and what to expect. However, nothing could prepare him for the sense of panic and excitement that overtook him when Neville Floo-called them to let them know that Luna’s water had broken during one of their dates and that they were already at St. Mungo’s.
Currently Neville was in the hallway, most likely pacing up and down it. They had only been dating for about four months, but he and Luna had already grown quite close, to the point that he was having dinners at Grimmauld Place with them. He hadn’t wanted to be in the room to give Luna his support, but Draco had a feeling that he was trying to keep himself in suspense, for when it’d be his time. Undoubtedly, not too long after this, Neville would be getting down on one knee for her…
A loud frustrated groan came from Luna, disrupting Draco from his musings. “Oh, God!” she cried and held onto both his and Harry’s hands more tightly.
“You’re doing well, Ms. Lovegood, so well!” the Mediwitch confirmed. “Just a bit more and we’ll see a head- there!”
A loud crying reverberated around the room and Draco felt himself smile. Their baby was finally here! Would it be a girl or a boy? He had to keep himself firmly holding onto Luna’s hand, instead of running up to see the sex of the baby.
“Wait a moment…” the Mediwitch went on, after the baby was pulled out. Luna was still clenching and clearly pushing, leaving Draco very confused. The nurses and Mediwitch continued to work with Luna and not too long afterwards, another cry joined the first baby. Draco found Harry’s eyes, which were staring at him in what had to have been the same dumbfounded expression.
They had twins.
After that, time seemed to compress, as suddenly they were filled with two armfuls of newborn babies. The nurses and Mediwitch all congratulated and applauded them. “Congratulations! You… three are the proud new parents of a baby boy and a baby girl!” the Mediwitch said. The three of them could barely speak, they were smiling so much.
Finally Harry reached out to pet the head of their baby boy, who was nestled in Luna’s arms. “Hi, Corvus,” he said softly and Corvus turned towards him with his eyes closed. His hair was dark, while their daughter’s was blond. Harry grinned and looked up at Draco, who was holding Colomba. Colomba’s eyes were open wide, taking in the world around her, and lightly shone green.
“They’re so beautiful,” Luna said in a tired voice. Harry reached out to stroke her hair out of her face.
“Thank you for giving them to us,” he said softly.
Luna smiled back. “I was happy to do it.”
Draco rocked Colomba in his arms and took the whole environment in. All too soon, their friends and family would come in to see the new little additions to Harry and Draco’s life. However, he mused, they were more than just that. Corvus and Colomba were additions to an already budding family, one that consisted of Harry, himself and Luna. This wasn’t the typical sort of thing friends did for one another; this was an act of love. And though their family was growing in rather unconventional ways, Draco knew that none of them would have it any other way.
~End
Author:
pixmagicPrompt: #15
Pairing(s):Variations of Harry/Draco/Luna
Summary: Harry and Draco want to make their family of two larger. With the help of Luna this is possible… but there are conditions.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Harry Potter franchise, no matter how much I really, really want to.
Warning(s): Some het (but not too detailed), threesome, and bottoming from the top
Word Count: 7,019
Author's Notes: It took me a while to finally write this due to a terrible semester, but I’m glad I stuck with it and actually finished! It's my favorite threesome, so I'm glad I could write about it. :)
Twelve Months Ago
“Aaaahhhh!”
Draco snorted in an attempt to prevent himself from laughing out loud. Leave it to the Weasel to be the one bugging out, when his own wife was in labor. Hermione looked absolutely livid, sending murderous glares Ron’s way as she held onto his hand tightly.
“What are you upset for, Ronald?!” she exclaimed through clenched teeth, the nurse beside her telling her to push harder. “You’re not the one who is being split… In… TWO!”
“Ugh…” Harry moaned beside him, and Draco turned to smile at his clearly distressed lover. For being so-called ‘Gryffindors,’ he and Weasley certainly were wimps in the face of such a non-threatening thing as childbirth. Not that he would have switched places with Weasley, though; Ronald looked like an absolute mess, with his red hair sticking to his white-as-a-sheet face by a layer of sweat and eyes about to bulge out of his head. Harry looked no better- his face was also pale and he stared directly at the tiled floor without looking anywhere else. Really, Draco still wasn’t sure why they were allowed in the room in the first place. Probably for moral support for the father-to-be.
“Ron, say something! I swear when this is done I’m going to- Ron, no… No, don’t you DARE!!!” Hermione was suddenly yelling and Draco looked up in time to see the red-head’s blue eyes roll up in his head and his body fall backwards, away from the bed.
Ronald Weasley had actually fainted during his wife’s pregnancy. Draco would never let him live it down.
“Oh, shit!” Harry was up immediately, his previously ill self gone in the face of adversity. He flew to Ron’s side, carefully picking up his head to see where Ron had hit it, then looked at Draco with determined eyes. “I have to see if he’s alright. Go help Hermione,” he ordered, completely taking control of the situation.
Draco frowned. He was not squeamish like his lover or Hermione’s husband, but he still didn’t want to be the one to fill that role. Clearly, though, it was either that or tend to Weasley’s ‘injuries,’ which he definitely did not want to do, so, reluctantly, he stood up to go to Hermione. The distressed witch immediately grabbed his hand with a grip of steel- it was amazing what situations could give a person such strength.
“Er… Breathe, Hermione. Fast breaths, push that baby out-“ Draco encouraged, wincing when Granger held his hand tighter.
“That’s wrong, Draco! All the books said to take long deep breaths- OH GOD…!”
It was positively gruesome. The Mediwitch was covered with blood through the whole procedure as she worked between Hermione’s legs. He didn’t even want to know what it looked like down there, but unfortunately he had a pretty good idea and cringed at his own imagination. Draco kept his eyes fixated on the blanket covering Hermione, feeling a little queasy at each slick sound he heard come from the operation and more than just a bit of sympathy and jealousy for the passed-out Weasel. How long could he honestly be out for? And why wasn’t Harry taking over, Hermione was his best friend! Somehow Draco couldn’t even yell at him properly for it either- his tongue seemed to have lodged itself somewhere in his throat, preventing Draco from speaking.
After what seemed like forever, the baby’s cry filled the room, followed quickly by a smack to its butt. Hermione’s grip loosened considerably on Draco’s hand, which had lost feeling by that point. Finally snapping back to reality, Draco looked down at Hermione to see her panting and sweaty, but smiling at the sight of her baby daughter. The Mediwitch handed her newly cleaned baby-
And it was the most beautiful thing Draco had ever seen.
With plump, rosy cheeks, beautiful heart shaped lips and a little button nose, the new little Weaselette was such a precious thing that Draco’s heart warmed with joy. He was so lost in his reverie, he barely noticed when Harry’s arm came to wrap around his shoulders. Weasley also came into view, as he finally returned to Hermione’s bedside.
“Say hi to Daddy, Rose,” Hermione cooed and the baby cried in response.
“H-Hi Rose,” Weasley squeaked out, but as funny as it was, Draco didn’t want to laugh at him. Harry, however, did, while kissing Draco on his cheek.
“They’re going to be brilliant parents,” he murmured as he wrapped the other arm around Draco, “You were brilliant…”
Despite being complimented, Draco only nodded. The only thing that was on his mind was, ‘I want one.’
~*~
It took him almost another month to actually approach Harry about the subject of children, however. Draco wasn’t nervous at the idea, as he knew that one of the things Harry wanted most in the world was a family. He was unsure of how it’d be possible, especially without adoption. It was a nice thought and maybe one day they could adopt (he was quite sure Harry would be all for it), but for the first child Draco wanted it to be within his bloodline.
Which clearly presented a problem.
Not knowing how to get around this problem, Draco had spent the majority of his time at Hermione’s place, playing with the newborn baby Rose while Hermione rested. Despite being a clean-cut Weasley, Draco had become very attached to Rose, even though her red hair was starting to show. Hermione was grateful for the help, especially since Draco didn’t coddle her or try and take control, like Mrs. Weasley would if she came by to help.
“Rosey loves her Uncle Draco, huh?” she said lightly, petting her daughter’s hair. Rose smiled in response and reached up towards Draco, who smiled and let her take hold of his finger. Hermione sighed and relaxed back against the couch cushions while taking a sip of her tea. “You know, you’re really good with her. I’ll be completely honest… I didn’t expect that.”
Draco shrugged and started to rock Rose back and forth in an attempt to put her to sleep. Instead, Rose brought his finger to her mouth to suck on. “No, I agree… I didn’t expect to be so, either. But Rose… she’s just so… precious.”
Hermione smiled knowingly. “You want a baby, don’t you?” she asked, smile widening further at the blush that appeared on Draco’s cheeks, “I knew it. Have you talked to Harry about it?”
“No. It’s complicated. I want an heir… by blood. Which I suppose raises problems, since I’m the last male Malfoy out there and quite gay,” he said. Rose’s eyes were finally starting to droop.
“You don’t know of any relatives who have Malfoy blood?” Hermione asked. Draco shook his head.
“Not to my knowledge, no. I’ve never met anyone that’s not really old or dead… or my parents. And to ask them to have my child is kind of disgusting,” he replied, scrunching his nose in response.
Finally Rose’s blue eyes closed and her breathing evened out. Hermione set her tea down and took her daughter away to put her in the crib that was next to them. When she sat back down she remained quiet, deeply in thought. “What about… artificial insemination?” Hermione pondered aloud. At Draco’s arched eyebrow she continued, “It’s a Muggle method of pregnancy that doesn’t involve sex. Basically they can take the sperm of a man and insert it with an object into a woman so she becomes pregnant. No sex, but if it’s your sperm, then you preserve the Malfoy line and have an appropriate ‘heir.’”
Draco was stunned. Muggles had really figured out how to do that? While it was true that he didn’t hate them anymore, he thought that they were only good for coming up with appliances that made chores easier. “I didn’t know that was even possible.”
Hermione nodded. “It is, but you had better decide who you would want to mother your children first. You don’t want to choose just anyone, obviously. Maybe you and Harry can decide together?” she suggested. Draco nodded in response.
Later that night, when Draco and Harry were getting ready for bed, Harry snuck up behind his love to press up close. A hand snaked around Draco’s body to scratch at his stomach, which Draco smiled at, knowing that it was Harry’s way of asking for sex; Draco loved being able to know his partner so well . However, Draco wanted to talk with Harry seriously first, so he shrugged off the other’s hand and turned to look at him.
Puzzled, Harry frowned and cocked his head. “Something wrong, Draco?”
Draco gave him a small smile and took Harry’s hand in his own, linking their fingers. He let the silence drift about them for the moment, as he thought of how he wanted to word it. “Harry, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking…” he began, then instantly regretted the way he’d started, as he saw the fear rise in Harry’s eyes.
“Draco, what did I-“
“No, no,” Draco interrupted, squeezing Harry’s hand. “It’s not bad. I think. Um… I’ve thought a lot about it. I... Harry, I want to have children.”
Even though Harry was already still, Draco could feel him tense up. “You want children?” he responded slowly. Draco nodded, and Harry swallowed hard before continuing, “I can’t… really give you that…”
“You don’t need to,” Draco said, talking hurriedly so Harry didn’t take that the wrong way as well. “And I’m not saying I want a woman either, so don’t jump to that conclusion.”
“Er… wizards can’t get pregnant, right…” Harry asked awkwardly and Draco couldn’t help but burst laughing.
“Don’t be silly, of course not. And even if that was possible, I’m sure not going to be the one getting his insides rearranged to get knocked up,” he said with some sarcasm and finally Harry cracked a grin.
“In that case how-“
“There are other ways,” Draco replied, again interrupting him. He’d gone over the information numerous times before Harry came home that day, “Like artificial insemination.”
At that Harry blinked, not knowing what that meant.
“That means implanting sperm into a woman, through nonsexual means, to impregnate her,” Draco explained.
“Oh… so the baby would be related to us. Like actually be ours?”
“Exactly.”
“That’s… brilliant. I would have never thought of that,” Harry confessed with a wondrous grin.
Draco laughed. “Me neither, actually.”
“But… I don’t just want any woman to bear our child…” Harry said softly, shaking his head.
“We don’t have to decide this moment,” Draco reassured, “We can spend some time looking for the right carrier.”
Then, as if a light went on in the room, Harry’s grin brilliantly widened with realization. “We’re going to be parents.”
Draco’s smile matched his. “Yeah… we are.”
Harry leaned in for a kiss, which quickly deepened with more promise. Pulling back, Harry looked Draco in the eye, as serious as when the blond brought up the topic earlier, and said in a low husky voice, “I love you so much.”
Draco felt his own breath catch in his throat and before he could answer, Harry was kissing him again deeply. He figured he didn’t need to say anything anyway; Harry picked up the message clearly enough.
~*~
Ten Months Ago
Harry wanted to take their time searching for a woman they deemed suitable to carry his and Draco’s child, but he hadn’t thought it’d take them so long to find someone. Draco was, as expected, extremely picky of which woman would do it. If his sperm was the one used to conceive this child, then he wanted a woman with the perfect set of genes. He didn’t say it, but by the looks of all the brunettes Draco interviewed and eyed, Harry knew Draco was searching for someone who looked like him. Draco was never satisfied; apparently, he could not find someone with both black hair and green eyes like Harry had.
Draco’s deep desire for wanting both their physical looks to be in the child was extraordinarily sweet. However, Harry was becoming antsy.
“Maybe you could both implant your sperm into a fairy egg,” Luna said conversationally one Sunday over tea, after Harry explained the situation. It was, of course, a stupid idea, but by this point in time Harry would not expect any less from her. He merely smiled politely as Luna pondered her suggestion. “Although, I suppose your child would be really tiny. And sparkly.”
Harry chuckled and shook his head. “And it’d be part creature. Which… I’m sure Draco wouldn’t care for,” he joked back. Luna took another sip of her tea and went back to imagining the intricacies of fairy birthing. Of all the people Harry had kept in touch with from Hogwarts, Luna was the only one who seemed to have remained the same. It was a comforting thought.
At that moment, Draco burst through the door in his usual dramatic fashion and clearly flustered. “I put one ad in the paper asking for women interested in birthing Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy’s child, green-eyed brunettes only, and I get every women in London in response, most of who aren’t even qualified! You know how many fifty year old women I’ve seen? Who knows if they even are brunettes, their hair is gray!” Draco ranted, as he threw his cloak and other assorted items off of him. “Not to mention the women who have red hair, blond hair, hazel eyes, brown eyes, blue eyes, freckles, did I say anything about freckles? God, no!”
Again, Harry had to restrain himself from bursting out laughing at his lover’s tirade. Luna simply looked at her tea cup, smiling serenely.
But Draco wasn’t done. He put a hand on his hip and stared at Harry with furious eyes, “Ginny even applied. Can you believe that? She’d do anything just to somehow be back in your life-“
“Hold on, Draco, that’s not completely fair,” Harry began to say, but just as he did, Luna looked up at him as well and Harry’s breath caught in his throat. Draco’s upset expression turned curious, as Harry continued to stare between the two of them.
“What’s wrong?” the blond asked and Harry gestured him closer. Raising an eyebrow, Draco did, until he was standing right next to Luna.
It was like looking at a carbon copy.
“I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before,” Harry murmured as he kept staring back and forth. “I think we’ve been going about this the wrong way.”
“Harry?”
“Are you going with the fairy egg idea, then?” Luna asked, meriting a scandalized look from Draco.
“What?!”
Harry shook his head. “No, no… Draco… You look exactly like Luna,” he stated, and knew immediately his lover was offended. Before Draco could even speak, Harry went on, “Let me explain. I mean, it’s so obvious. You both have really fair skin, both have grey eyes, both have white-blond hair… Even your noses and lips look the same. Draco, Luna could be your sister.”
At this, the two blonds stared at each other silently, which gave Harry another moment to think it through. They even had the same lidded, aristocratic stare. Why did Harry never realize this? He supposed it was because there was never really a reason. Still, it was unmistakable.
“You do have those grey Malfoy eyes,” Draco mused, “That’s not very common.”
“Well, I suppose it’s because my mother is your father’s cousin,” Luna said lightly, as if it was common knowledge.
“Your mother was a Malfoy?” Draco said, his eyebrows shooting up, “Why did I never know this?!”
“Probably because my mother married my father. I can’t imagine your family was very happy about her marrying a Lovegood. Still, she tried to keep the tradition by naming me Luna,” Luna explained and realization seemed to dawn on Draco.
“I never knew that…” Draco mused. Then, after a moment, “I’m sorry for treating you like shit, back at Hogwarts.”
Luna smiled. “Oh, it was all in good fun, wasn’t it?”
Draco was clearly uncomfortable. “Uh… yeah, sure. Harry, what’s the point of this?”
Harry cleared his throat and put his elbows on the table. “See, instead of finding someone who looks like me, we found someone that looks like you. Who, actually, has some Malfoy blood in her. Understand yet?”
“Ask Luna to be our surrogate mother?” Draco asked, almost incredulously.
Harry turned to Luna. “Will you?”
But Draco was still uneasy. “Hang on, Harry-“
“I’d love to,” Luna agreed immediately, interrupting Draco. Harry grinned and clapped his hands together once in excitement.
“Brilliant!” Harry exclaimed, “Basically, a Mediwitch is going to take my sperm and put it into you-“ He stopped when he saw Luna shake her head.
“No… if we are going to do this, I want it to be real,” Luna said. At Harry’s confused glance, she went on to say, “If we do this, I want to be impregnated by you personally.”
The tension in the air went frigid immediately. Draco looked at Harry with concern as Harry could feel his neck heat up. “Like… me have sex with you?” he asked in a small voice. At Luna’s nod he asked, “Why?”
It was Luna’s turn to blush, and oddly enough, Harry couldn’t remember a time he had ever seen her like that. “The truth is… I’m a virgin. If I’m going to be pregnant with someone else’s child… I want to lose my virginity,” she confessed in a small voice.
Harry felt Draco’s hand softly land on his shoulder, and he knew that Draco, while sympathetic, was as unsure about it as he was. Harry swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. “We’ll… I mean, Draco and I will have to think about that.”
Luna nodded in understanding, and Harry knew she was still slightly embarrassed by her confession. “Of course… Take as long as you need. Just know I… I would be honored to carry your child.”
Harry’s heart melted with compassion for his good friend, but he knew it would not be so easy. That became evident as later that month, he and Draco were still discussing the situation.
“She’s just… weird,” Draco had decided, shaking his head. Harry, of course, frowned at that, and an immediate urge to defend his long time friend rose in him.
“Luna’s not weird,” Harry argued back. “She’s just different.”
Draco scoffed and walked away. “Well, who would ask you to have sex with them, in this kind of a situation?!”
“Someone who we’re asking to carry our child. That’s normally how it’s done.”
“Do you honestly want to have sex with her?” Draco asked almost rhetorically, an eyebrow raised.
Harry grimaced. “Not particularly… I’ve never been particularly good with lady bits. But I’m willing to do almost anything, so we can have our child.”
His blond love’s eyes softened at that. Draco walked over and took Harry’s hands in his own, looking at the laced fingers for the moment before turning his silver gaze up at Harry. “You really think it’s the best idea?” he asked softly.
Harry nodded and took the other in his protective arms. Draco sighed and cuddled closer. “Alright… but you better not enjoy it.”
“Oh, no, I won’t. Unless… you were there, too…” Harry mused.
He could feel Draco’s cheeks heat up. “Th-there with you?” he squeaked out. The stammer made Harry grin.
“Yep.”
“Would you like that?” Draco asked in a small voice.
Harry squeezed him reassuringly. “It’s your child too. You should have a part in it.”
Draco thought on this and eventually nodded in consent. Harry kissed him softly while his heart beat excitedly in his chest. They were one step closer to having a family to call their own- the only thing Harry had ever wanted.
~*~
The tension in the bedroom that evening was palpable. Luna, since it was her first time, had a constant blush on her face as she undressed, her back turned from the two men. Harry’s hands were practically shaking as he took off his own clothes, almost missing the buttons completely as he attempted to undo them. Draco paced around, seemingly without anything to do, before he mumbled, “For God’s sake, Harry…” and moved to help his love remove his clothing.
They were all silent.
Finally Harry was undressed and Draco, after placing one last kiss to his lips, turned away to sit in the chair against the wall. Slowly, Harry turned to look at Luna, who at the same time turned to look at him. The first thing he noticed was that her skin was as creamy and smooth as Draco’s, and that connection alone made his breath hitch in his throat. He slowly looked her up and down as she turned. Yes, she was shorter than Draco, but her blond hair was just as soft and well managed, and her chest was flat for a girl, which would make the fact that she was a woman a little bit easier to deal with. However, it was her blush and wide, grey eyes that endeared her to Harry the most; it was almost the same exact expression that Draco had had on his face, the first time they had made love.
“U-um…” Luna began nervously, and Harry had never known her without anything to say. She fidgeted and bit her lip, and suddenly Harry felt an overwhelming sense of confidence take him. He smiled sympathetically.
“How about you get on the bed?” he offered, and Luna moved to sit in the middle of the bed with her legs closed. Harry climbed on after her, thinking of how to make her more comfortable. “It’s going to be ok,” Harry said softly, putting a hand on her hip. Her skin was soft and smooth and Harry rubbed it encouragingly. “I know it’s your first time… You’ll like it. Just relax… let me hold you, ok?”
At her nod, Harry began to caress her body. It shouldn’t have seemed so easy to him. Yes, her body was smaller and softer than Draco’s, but it was just so convenient to pretend that this was his body. However, he couldn’t completely ignore his true love. Harry slid his hand up to cup her chest, his thumb grazing her nipple gently. Luna’s reaction was immediate, her eyes closing and mouth opening with a small moan. While she was distracted, Harry quickly turned to Draco, only to see that he was rather… frightened.
That wouldn’t do either. Harry waved a hand over, inviting him to the bed. Draco shakily walked over to him and bent down so Harry could whisper in his ear, “Please, join us…” For a moment it seemed as if Draco was going to decline, but then he slowly undressed and climbed onto the bed. Harry kissed him gratefully. Together, though with some reluctance on Draco’s part, they slowly petted Luna’s body, until her legs finally relaxed enough for Harry to touch her between them.
It had been a very long time since he’d touched a girl anywhere between her legs; he had almost forgotten what it felt like. It was so weird, not having a piece of hard flesh to stroke, and there was a lot more folds than Harry remembered. Taking the courage to explore, Harry slid his fingers up and down, surprised when Luna cried out as he brushed somewhere near the top. He manipulated that spot and Luna writhed beneath him, arching her back. What surprised him even further was how Draco leaned to suck and kiss her exposed chest.
Harry licked his lips and with his free hand moved to stroke himself. “Luna… I’m going to enter you soon… It’s going to hurt a little bit,” he warned, but barely knew if she even heard him over her own moans. Undeterred, he continued, “I just want to let you know that Draco and I are very grateful for you for doing this for us. Please know that.”
Finally he moved Luna’s legs on either side of his hips, located her opening, and pushed in. Harry groaned loudly as he entered her, masking Luna’s cry of pain. She was tight, very tight, in a way only virgins were. Harry stopped himself from moving once he was in all the way, letting Luna adjust to him, and only when he heard Draco call his name did he realize that his eyes were squeezed shut. Opening them, he saw twin pairs of grey eyes staring up at him, and at Draco’s nod of encouragement he began to move. Whatever initial discomfort Luna had seemed to dissipate as he moved in her, her cries of pain turning into moans of pleasure. Harry stared at Draco the whole time, and saw the other’s gaze warm as the realization set in that Harry was doing this for him. Slowly, Draco sat up and leaned to kiss Harry, softly at first, but the more that Harry moved in Luna, the most passionate the kiss became. Harry kept one hand on Luna’s hip and the other moved to grip Draco closer.
“When this is done,” Harry said, between pants and kisses, “I’m going to take care of you…”
Draco moaned lightly, “Please, soon…”
That was more than enough for Harry to go on. Breaking away from Draco he moved faster inside Luna. She responded eagerly to this, as her body shuddered and tightened around Harry’s prick. Harry wasn’t completely sure if that was an orgasm or not, but that, combined with the strong desire to be with Draco, pushed him over the edge quickly after.
As soon as he was finished, both he and Luna collapsed back onto the bed, her tiny body panting and limbs limp. Harry turned over on his back, but before he could even relax, he was suddenly filled with an armful of Draco, who was kissing him fiercely. Harry smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around the other man. Draco rubbed his erection on Harry’s torso.
“I need you… now…” Draco said between kisses. Unsurprisingly, Harry’s cock twitched in response, despite having just come. Harry petted down Draco’s back until his fingertips dipped down the cleft of Draco’s arse and teased his entrance.
“Can you give me… five minutes and a cleaning charm?” he requested and Draco whined as his fingertips pressed on the sensitive rim. Blindly, Draco reached for the nightstand to grab one of their wands and waved the spell, cleaning Harry’s prick of his seed and Luna’s liquids. The spell sent a shiver up Harry’s spine; it wasn’t entirely unpleasant, but still felt powerful on his sensitive organ.
After five minutes of respite (not really, as Draco teased his body by plucking his nipples and kissing his very sensitive ears the entire time), Draco finally ground his arse against Harry’s prick, which, for the most part, sprang to attention almost immediately. Sex with Luna was nice, but nothing could beat the lovely familiar feeling of Draco. Harry pressed his fingers inside of the other man, stretching his opening hastily, eager to be inside him once more. He stroked inside Draco’s channel and crooked his fingers until they found that beautiful bundle of nerves that never failed to make the blond keen. Draco arched his back and pressed back against Harry’s fingers, a very low moan escaping him.
“Please, Harry, I need you now!” he begged and with a chuckle, Harry removed his fingers to position the tip of his penis at that entrance. Before he could even move his hips, Draco was already sitting down on him, taking Harry at his own pace. Harry thrust his hips slowly, kind of relieved that Draco was doing all the work, as he was already too over-stimulated and worked up to do much on his own.
Draco leaned backward, so that he was more in a sitting position and reached back to grip onto Harry’s bent legs for support. His head was thrown back in pleasure, as Harry’s prick grazed his prostate each time he slid down on it. However, a very surprising sensation on his own prick made Draco snap his head down to attention. At some point, Luna had gained enough energy to sit up and wrap her lips around Draco’s cock. He faltered as a low moan escaped him. “L-Luna…?”
Luna pulled off of him, as he came to a halt, to smile up at him. “I never tried that either. Is it alright?” she asked quietly, her cheeks flushed and lips red. Draco swallowed uncertainly and glanced down at Harry, whose smile was enough for Draco to nod in agreement.
“Y-Yeah… just um- roll your lips over your teeth…. And, for now just stay still,” he instructed and Luna resumed. With a shaky breath, Draco went back to lowering himself on Harry, but now, each time he pulled back up, his prick was engulfed by a soft, warm mouth. It was a brilliant feeling. She was not perfect at it, and every once in a while, her teeth would graze Draco’s sensitive erection, causing him to hiss in a mix of pain and pleasure, but the stimulation to both his prostate and erection was mind-blowing.
Apparently, the sight was just as erotic to Harry. Harry was already very close to the edge, having come once earlier, and he clenched his teeth to hold back. “Draco, you c-close yet?” he asked, with clear restraint.
Draco nodded, his mouth open and wanton. “Just a little more, baby,” Draco confirmed and began to move faster. The new pace catapulted Harry towards climax, and with a sharp thrust of his hips he cried out and came deep inside his lover. It was almost a domino effect, as this triggered Draco’s orgasm and with a moan, he shot into Luna’s mouth. Unfortunately, Luna’s reaction was choking on the load and pulling back to cough it up on the bed. While Draco and Harry felt bad, they could not really comfort her, as they struggled to catch their breath.
Eventually, Luna quieted down and Harry reached out for her. “Are you alright?” he asked gently. She nodded with a shy smile.
“Y-yeah… I just wasn’t expecting it,” Luna said with a raspy voice. Harry chuckled while Draco cast another cleaning charm on all three of them and the bed. Once done with that, he rolled off of Harry and snuggled into his side, now physically exhausted.
For a moment, Luna was confused, vacillating between lying back down or leaving Harry and Draco’s bed. Again, Harry’s heart warmed with endearment and he reached for her arm, pulling Luna gently down to his other side. If she was going to carry his and Draco’s child, she could at least stay the night. Wrapping his arms around the two blonds on either side of him, the three of them eventually drifted off to a pleasant sleep.
~*~
Four Months Ago
It surprised all three of them, just how fast the last five months had passed. It seemed like only yesterday that Luna had cast the pregnancy test charm over herself and glowed pink, a positive sign. Since then, there had been a lot of celebrating, as well as a lot of planning. For one thing, Grimmauld Place was not baby-safe in the least. There were cursed objects everywhere and too many pointed edges. Through the years, Harry and Draco had just learned to live with it. However, something needed to be done about it now, so that their child won’t face harm in its own home.
This became Harry’s project. With a lot of help from Ron, Hermione and many curse-breaker contractors, each room was reviewed and worked on, to create a safe environment. By this point in Luna’s pregnancy, the whole downstairs was renovated, as well as most of the second floor, including the master bedroom and what would be the baby’s room, right across the hall. There was still another floor of Grimmauld Place to go, but as the two parents-to-be could not find any reason why their baby would go up there just yet, they were not in too much of a hurry.
The baby’s room was completely cleared out so that Draco could redecorate. They had both agreed that Draco would be in charge of the decorating, since Harry would most likely paint the walls some ghastly color of red or something. He had a lot of help from both Luna, who by that point couldn’t help Harry baby proof, and his mother, who was much too over-eager to help. The three of them created a very classy bedroom for the new addition to the family. They had charmed the ceiling to appear like a pretty blue sky in the day time and a clear starry sky at night, almost like the ceiling in the Great Hall at Hogwarts was, except this charm would never depict a grey, cloudy sky. The sky at night would also connect the patterns of the stars, revealing the different constellations that would appear over the course of a year. It was reminiscent of Draco’s own childhood bedroom, where at night he would lay gazing at his own constellation until he fell asleep.
The walls of the baby’s room were broad, vertical stripes of pale blue and gold and the carpet a soft beige. Draco’s parents had provided them a complete set of furniture, which included a variety of pieces including a baby’s bed, comfy chair, changing station, dresser and toy chest. Finally, to add one last effect, Draco charmed little porcelain flying doves to hover over the baby’s bed and coo softly.
Harry had to admit that it was a very beautifully arranged room, and the choice of blue was bold, considering they did not know if the child was a boy or a girl yet. The two had decided to keep the sex of the child secret, so they would be surprised. Of course, this meant that they had to choose both a boy’s and a girl’s name, which had created some tension between the new parents. This had escalated particularly one day that Luna was visiting for tea. Since she had become pregnant, Luna had been visiting them more and more frequently, until she was practically living at their home. Neither of them minded much; Luna was practically part of the family now.
“We’re not naming our child after a dead person, Harry,” Draco said with a glare and crossed arms. However Harry was not about to back down and stared right back.
“What’s wrong with naming our child after one of my parents? Or after Albus, or even Severus?”
Draco curled his lip. “It’s morbid, Potter! You’re going to make our child depressed!” he retorted.
“Don’t call me that. And it’s not morbid! It’s respectful!” Harry argued, spilling his tea a little the more he got excited. Luna just calmly sipped her tea through all of this, watching the fight with amusement.
“It’s creepy. Besides, if the baby is a Malfoy, which it is, then we’re going to keep Malfoy tradition and name it after an astronomical figure,” Draco decided, holding up the starry sky chart he was looking at, to emphasize his point. Harry snatched the star chart out of his hands and groaned as he looked at it.
“No way, you’ll just come up with a stupid sounding name like… Ophiuchus or… Scorpius,” Harry said, deciding those were the worst ones he could find.
But Draco yelled, “I’ll have you know Ophiuchus is a very dignified name!”
“Can I make a suggestion?” Luna’s quiet voice piped up, causing the two men to turn to her. “What about a compromise?”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “How?”
“Well… maybe the first name of your baby could be an astronomical name, like Draco wants, and the middle name can be a dedication to someone, like Harry wants?” she offered and then taking the star chart from Harry, she began to flip through it. “For example… a boy’s name could be Corvus James and a girl’s name Colomba Lily.”
Both men tested out the names on their tongues. “Corvus James… Colomba Lily…” Draco mused, looking up at a random point above him. “’Raven’ and ‘dove’?”
Harry turned to him with a questioning glance. “Huh?”
“Corvus is Latin for ‘raven’ and Colomba is Latin for ‘dove.’ They go well together,” he replied and both of them smiled at one another.
“Yeah… I like it,” Harry said and grinned brilliantly at Luna, who beamed back. Finally, she finished her tea and set the cup down.
“I’m glad I could help you two settle that. I’m afraid I have to go now,” she announced, standing up.
Harry asked, “You’re not staying for dinner with us?”
Luna shook her head. “Not tonight. I have a date.”
This surprised both Harry and Draco. For being five months along, Luna was showing very well and had a very pronounced belly. Not many men would go for that. Concerned, Harry had to ask, “With whom?”
A light blush dusted Luna’s cheeks. “Neville Longbottom,” she responded with a shy smile.
“Neville? Really?” Harry asked in disbelief. He had not heard from Neville for a long time, though he knew that he was the Herbology professor at Hogwarts now.
Luna nodded. “I was out shopping for yarn to knit baby things earlier this week and he saw me in Diagon Alley. We had some coffee and decided to get dinner tonight.” She was clearly excited, and Harry and Draco glanced at one another with the same smug smile.
“That’s wonderful to hear, Luna. I hope you have a wonderful night,” Draco said encouragingly and she gave them both a radiant smile. Both could see why Neville would be attracted to her; Luna was positively glowing.
~*~
Present Day
A loud cry, mimicking completely the one that Harry and Draco had heard from Hermione the year before, filled the room as the nurses urged Luna to push. The two men were holding both of her hands, one on either side of the bed as she birthed their child. Just like last year, Harry looked faintly sick and was staring directly at the floor to avoid seeing anything else. Draco, however, couldn’t seem to look away. This was one of the most fascinating, exciting and completely amazing points of his entire life.
He and Harry were going to be parents.
They had been mentally preparing for it for the past nine months. Hermione had lent the two of them all of the parental books she had read before her own pregnancy, so Draco knew exactly how to act and what to expect. However, nothing could prepare him for the sense of panic and excitement that overtook him when Neville Floo-called them to let them know that Luna’s water had broken during one of their dates and that they were already at St. Mungo’s.
Currently Neville was in the hallway, most likely pacing up and down it. They had only been dating for about four months, but he and Luna had already grown quite close, to the point that he was having dinners at Grimmauld Place with them. He hadn’t wanted to be in the room to give Luna his support, but Draco had a feeling that he was trying to keep himself in suspense, for when it’d be his time. Undoubtedly, not too long after this, Neville would be getting down on one knee for her…
A loud frustrated groan came from Luna, disrupting Draco from his musings. “Oh, God!” she cried and held onto both his and Harry’s hands more tightly.
“You’re doing well, Ms. Lovegood, so well!” the Mediwitch confirmed. “Just a bit more and we’ll see a head- there!”
A loud crying reverberated around the room and Draco felt himself smile. Their baby was finally here! Would it be a girl or a boy? He had to keep himself firmly holding onto Luna’s hand, instead of running up to see the sex of the baby.
“Wait a moment…” the Mediwitch went on, after the baby was pulled out. Luna was still clenching and clearly pushing, leaving Draco very confused. The nurses and Mediwitch continued to work with Luna and not too long afterwards, another cry joined the first baby. Draco found Harry’s eyes, which were staring at him in what had to have been the same dumbfounded expression.
They had twins.
After that, time seemed to compress, as suddenly they were filled with two armfuls of newborn babies. The nurses and Mediwitch all congratulated and applauded them. “Congratulations! You… three are the proud new parents of a baby boy and a baby girl!” the Mediwitch said. The three of them could barely speak, they were smiling so much.
Finally Harry reached out to pet the head of their baby boy, who was nestled in Luna’s arms. “Hi, Corvus,” he said softly and Corvus turned towards him with his eyes closed. His hair was dark, while their daughter’s was blond. Harry grinned and looked up at Draco, who was holding Colomba. Colomba’s eyes were open wide, taking in the world around her, and lightly shone green.
“They’re so beautiful,” Luna said in a tired voice. Harry reached out to stroke her hair out of her face.
“Thank you for giving them to us,” he said softly.
Luna smiled back. “I was happy to do it.”
Draco rocked Colomba in his arms and took the whole environment in. All too soon, their friends and family would come in to see the new little additions to Harry and Draco’s life. However, he mused, they were more than just that. Corvus and Colomba were additions to an already budding family, one that consisted of Harry, himself and Luna. This wasn’t the typical sort of thing friends did for one another; this was an act of love. And though their family was growing in rather unconventional ways, Draco knew that none of them would have it any other way.
~End
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Date: 2010-11-29 05:27 pm (UTC)I loved this so much, very sweet and loving. Good, good work!
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