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Draco's currently at the library, sitting in the deepest corner.
His head was bowed down, deeply focused on every word the book laid out for him, as if his life depended on it. And it is, this is his last resort before his life was doomed to a sexless, loveless marriage.
Life after the war was not easy for Draco. With a father currently serving his time in Azkaban, who had the most likely chance of rotting his life there, and a mother begging him to marry to have an heir, Draco was having a meltdown. Add those were harsh words from every student—glares, hexing, and curses.
Draco didn't do anything about Hogwarts' students' treatment toward him. He deserved everything, after all.
But he had to put his foot down on his mother's request. He loved his mother, and he loved more than anything to make her happy, but Draco was so gay, he couldn't fuck a girl to procreate. Merlin, just thinking about it made him want to gag.
He told this to his mother, but Narcissa only said that he could divorce Astoria right after his heir was born, and his mother wanted to see a grandchild from him.
So, a few days before, Draco started to find a way to have an heir without having to settle down or have sex with a girl.
He first did a lot of research to see if he could have a baby all on his own. It was a bit of a reach, but one could only hope. Of course, just as he expected, no scholarly articles showed that it could be possible.
So, he moved on to researching all the ways he could be pregnant with a guy. It's better than doing it with a girl, or worse, Astoria, whom he saw as nothing but a baby sister to Daphne. With a guy, at least, he could have a cock to enjoy.
And that brought him to what he's currently doing right now. Reading about wizard's pregnancy's conception.
According to the book he had, titled Wizard Pregnancy: Conception, Symptoms, Cravings— and All the Things You Need to Know, with new potions, a Wizard pregnancy wasn't as rare as it used to be.
This information brought a great triumph in him. However, after pages and pages of real-life accounts from wizards, he found out that it took years before they could even create a baby of their own. Sometimes, it took them years to create before their baby died in their artificial womb.
But Draco didn't have much time. He only has a few months before his mother forces him to marry Astoria and enter his dick- eugh!
Alas, before he could entirely give up and just do research on how to have sex with a girl if you're so gay that just thinking about it made you want to sob, he saw the light.
On page 48, modern research showed that the giver of the semen's power—or the fucker, as Draco thought—had a direct correlation with the success of the baby's conception. The more powerful, the faster the conception, it said.
Draco finally closed the book when he got the obvious answer.
He needed Harry fucking Potter to impregnate him.
-
Ignoring all the taunts and hexes thrown at him in the hallways, Draco went back to the 8th year's common room with his head held high. He wasn't proud of what he did, and he knew he deserved everything thrown at him, but hell, Draco would cower from them.
As he walked back onto the common room, he tried to think how he could beg or fool Potter into giving him his sperm—and how he could do it with the Weaslett's consent. Look, Draco may look shameless in what he's about to do, but he wouldn't want to be the reason to break Potter and the Weaslette.
His thoughts stopped though when, instead of glares from other 8th year students, he was ignored. They were busy gossiping in their own little circles.
Draco's eyes narrowed before he went to sit beside Pansy. "What's the latest gossip?"
Pansy smiled. "Potter and his girlfriend just broke up. Some said the girl Weasley was cheating, others said it was Potter who was cheating. Either way, they're done."
Draco's lips slowly curled. Well, that just eradicated one of his problems.
"Why, Draco, you looked too happy. Planning to comfort Potter and be his new beau?"
Draco chuckled. "Maybe."
Pansy giggled with him. But their little fun stopped when the door opened, and in came Potter—disheveled, with bloodshot eyes, and angry. So, so angry that everyone could feel the drop in temperature. Draco had to suppress his shiver. The bastard's so powerful he could control the temperature in the room with his emotions.
Everyone stopped talking and just looked at Potter with varying emotions but mostly fear. Potter looked ready to trash the place and hex everyone in the process.
Lucky for them, Potter only shook his head and left the room, almost breaking the door on his way out. Everyone started talking again, but they were louder.
Draco gave Potter a few minutes of head start before he stood up to follow the Gryffindor.
It only took Draco almost 10 minutes before he found Potter sitting behind a large suit of armour, with a bottle of firewhisky in hand. Potter only gave him a glance before he lifted the bottle in his mouth and took a swig from it.
Draco sighed and sat beside Potter. "So, I heard that you and your girlfriend just broke up. Is it true that she was cheating?"
Potter's jaw tightened. He looked at Draco with narrowed eyes, almost glaring at him. "Stop pretending you care for me. I know you're only here to gossip."
"Well, you're right, I do not care for you, but I'm not here to gossip. That's not why I'm here. I'm here because..." Draco paused, now that he had Potter's attention, he didn't know how to continue. "Remember when I saved you by not identifying you to my aunt?"
Potter's eyebrows furrowed. "What? What are you talking about?"
"Remember when you were in the Manor and your face was fucked up but it was obviously you but I still didn't-"
"Right," Potter sighed. "And remember when I saved you from the Fiendfyre in the Room of Requirements your friend Crabbe did? And do you also remember when I testified for you? So whatever you're trying to get from me, stop, we're even."
Draco pouted. "Fine, but remember when my mother saved you by-"
"I already paid for it when I testified for her and you. Either way, it's something I owe to your mother, not you."
"I know, but I know she'd want you to accept this deal as well."
"Yeah, I doubt."
Draco frowned. "You haven't heard what I'm trying to say yet. Will you please just listen first?"
"Fine, fuck, whatever." Potter took another swig.
"I need your semen."
Potter spit everything out of his mouth.
"Ew," Draco said as he swished his wand to clean the drops of alcohol on the floor.
"Ew? You're disgusted at me? How much more do you think I feel? Fuck Malfoy, you can't just-" Potter sighed as he looked at Draco as if he'd lost his mind. "You can't just ask for my semen as if I'm- I'm a jizz bank or something."
"I know, but I want you as a donor. I want you to donate your semen to me."
"Donate?" Potter began laughing, but he sounded more crazy than amused. "Fuck, even if you used that fancy charitable word, don't think I will ever give you my semen. Whatever do you need it for? What? You're trying to do a potion to-"
"No, it's not to resurrect the Dark Lord or some bullshit like that," Draco looked at Potter in earnest, trying to tell him, beg him, that he really wanted this. "I want a baby."
"You want what now?"
"A bab-"
"No, I heard you the first time. I'm just hoping that by you repeating it, it would put some sense in you, but clearly that wasn't the case," Draco didn't respond. Potter sighed again in frustration. "So let me get this, you want my semen to get a baby out of it? Fuck, what are you doing in your little lab creating a human from just a semen? What am I? Your first guinea pig?"
"Oh, no, you're mistaken. I didn't want your semen handed to me. I want you to fuck it inside of me. I want to be impregnated naturally."
"What?!" For a few seconds, nobody spoke. Draco was blinking at Potter, who was gaping at him. "You know, I wish I wasn't mistaken because that's fucking worse. Fuck Malfoy, are you hearing yourself right now?"
Draco was hearing himself, and he knew how shameless and embarrassing he looked in the moment, but he didn't care. He needed to have a baby with Potter's help.
"I'm Harry Potter, the guy you hated the most, in case you forgot that."
"Well, I don't hate you."
Potter smiled smugly. "Clearly, since you want a baby from me. Don't you have a boyfriend or another guy you could ask that of? Look, I know some people would want you, you're not bad in the eyes, but I couldn't do it."
"You're the only person who could put me a baby in a few months. The book said the more powerful the other father was, the higher the percentage of the conception being successful. You're powerful, you just killed the Dark Lord."
"No, I'm not. There are other wizards there who are so much more powerful than me."
"No, I don't have the time to seek them out. Please, Potter? If you wouldn't, my mother would marry me off to Astoria as soon as I graduated. But if I gave her an heir before our graduation, she wouldn't force me anymore. I only have a few months to be pregnant."
"And why don't you want Astoria Greengrass? She's beautiful."
"Yeah, but I'm gay, Potter. I'm so gay, I'm sure I wouldn't be able to get it up for her."
Potter's lips straightened. "Malfoy, I'm going through something right now-"
"I know. I don't care. You could try to imagine that I'm Weaslette, I could wear a red-haired wig if my blonde hair turned you off. I could transfigure-"
"No, it's not how you look like, alright? I'm so stressed right now that I'm sure I wouldn't be able to get it up for you as well."
"Then, I will wait, but please just don't take a month. Besides, I also need to collect the needed potions. We can start next week."
"I don't know, Malfoy. This is still a little shocking to me. My childhood enemy wanting me to impregnate him, understand me if I couldn't wrap my head around it."
"I know this was a shock, but I'm serious. But please think about it?"
Potter didn't respond. Draco caressed his hand a little before leaving the guy to think about his little, harmless request.
-
It took Potter a week before he gave Draco his answer.
A week of Draco wearing the tightest clothes he had in his trunk. If he couldn't make Potter agree with the situation—Merlin, Draco really expected the guy would help him, and Potter would be jumping for joy just to help Draco since he's got a boner for helpless people but even Potter seemed to draw the line in donating a semen—but he would make Potter agree with his body.
Potter pulled him toward the Room of Hidden Things.
"Potter, what-"
"Fine, you want to get pregnant by my cock so much? I'll do it, but on one condition. We'll do it my way."
Draco's brows furrowed in confusion. "Your way? What do you mean? Plus, why do you think I'm going to agree to your condition?"
"Because the ball's in my favor. My disagreeing meant no baby for you."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Fine. What way are you talking about?"
"Let me have my way with you. What I want is for you to take my cock like a little bitch in whatever position I want to see you in, be it on your back, bent over on every surface, on all fours like a bitch in heat, or on your knees. And I want it anywhere and anytime I want to."
"But we only need to do it once, right?"
Potter crossed his arms and smirked. "But like you said, you only have a few months left, so if you really wanted a higher chance of succeeding, we need to do it as frequently as possible until we're sure a baby is inside you."
Draco nibbled on his lower lip, but Potter stopped his habit, which he picked up when nervous by raising his chin to look up at him, and caressed Draco's lower lip instead.
"I won't hold back, Malfoy. If you don't want it fast and rough, look for another guy."
Potter assumed his silence was a no because he smirked and said, "Yeah, thought so."
But Draco stopped him by his wrist from leaving him. "Fine. Have your way with me, Potter. You want to fuck me hard? Do it," He then looked at Potter with pleading eyes. "Just put a baby in me, Potter."
Potter cupped his cheeks. "I will make sure to fuck a baby into you."
Draco then felt a slight pull toward Potter. Unintentionally, he put a hand on Potter's shoulder to resist the pull but stopped when he saw the smug look Potter was sporting, as if he had proven something.
Draco calmed his tense limbs. He wanted to prove to Potter that he was wrong.
Potter's genuine smile returned. "Are you sure you're not going to regret this?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
"I will make sure you will regret this."
Before Draco could protest, Potter was already shoving himself towards him, invading his lips in a searing kiss.
If Draco wasn't sure yet that he's gay, Potter's kiss solidified it. Potter's tongue in him licking his own tongue made his cock slowly harden in his pants, and it twitched deliciously when he began rubbing his own hardness against Draco's.
Draco snaked his arms around Potter's waist to create more rubbing friction on their tented trousers. Feeling Potter's bulge against his made Draco pull back from the bruising kiss just to moan out loud, "I want more, Potter!"
But Potter was already pushing his tongue inside Draco's mouth. The Gryffindor only pulled back again when Draco began whining against his mouth at the lack of air.
With a slight push on Potter's cheek, Draco gasped for air, but Potter didn't give him a chance to breathe properly when he went down to put kisses and marks on Draco's neck instead.
With a wave of his hand, Draco's clothes, except for his pants, vanished. And Draco didn't have the chance to feel embarrassed for being this exposed to Potter when the latter began playing with his hard nubs.
"Soon, your tits will be plump and bigger with milk so you can take care of your baby."
Your baby. Draco promised himself that he wouldn't be like his father. He would give his baby all his love and make sure his baby knew it. He would do anything in his power to make sure his child would not feel all the stress and problems he felt when he was only a kid.
He was pulled out of his thoughts and promises when he felt Potter's rough tongue against his nubs. "But for now, I will take care of you first."
With that, Potter leaned down and captured his—Draco gulped— tits and began sucking on them as if his tits were already full of milk, and Potter was nursing him. Draco could only bite his lower lip at the lewd sounds Potter intentionally produced and smile back at his smirk.
"Already regretting this?"
"No, I already told you. I will not regret this, Potter."
"It's Harry," Harry caressed his nape before putting pressure on it to push him down. "On your knees, baby. Let me show you just how much you're going to regret this."
"I don't think so." Draco pulled Harry's hand away and dropped to his knees in front of Harry.
When Draco's hands remained on his lap, Harry vanished his clothes himself. And unlike Draco, Harry did not look like he cared that he was stark naked. He had no sense of self-preservation, really.
And Draco, who had enough common sense and wank magazines hidden beneath his bed in the Malfoy Manor, began to drop kisses on Harry's cock before opening his mouth as wide as he could to suck Harry's cock deep until he was a few inches from Harry's pelvis, smiling when he heard a loud groan from the man.
Wrapping both his hands around Harry's thick cock, he used his own saliva to wet the part where he couldn't suck, while he sucked on Harry's bollocks.
"Do you have experience with these things?" Harry began caressing his locks, which made him hum.
Draco released Harry's bollocks with a loud pop. "Well, no, but I read stuff."
"So you're just a natural at being my slut," Harry took him by the chin and inserted his thumb in Draco's mouth. Draco sucked his thumb. "You don't mind, do you? That I'm calling you my slut?"
Draco shook his head. His cock was twitching wildly in his pants, so he's sure he didn't mind. Plus, there's something pleasurable about knowing that Harry considered Draco as his.
Harry hummed and took Draco by surprise when his comforting caress suddenly turned into a grip in his locks. Feeling Harry's tip against his lips, Draco opened his mouth as wide as he could and let Harry thrust his cock in and out of his mouth, a bit thankful that Harry wasn't fucking Draco's mouth with his whole cock.
Draco tried to relax his jaw and lick the underside of his cock with his tongue, following a few tips he read, despite the intensifying ache on his jaw. His hands were wrapped around the part he couldn't suck.
After a few minutes of Harry fucking his mouth with Draco trying to meet his thrusts halfway, Harry pulled out and began slapping his cock on Draco's cheeks and nose, reddening his sensitive skin. Draco's hard, leaking cock was once again twitching wildly. Everything about this was so hot, especially that it was Harry doing these things to him.
"Harry, when are you going to fuck me?" But Draco was so hard he didn't think he could endure a few minutes of foreplay without cumming in his pants like a virgin.
Harry chuckled. "Stand up," Harry said, but he was the one who pulled Draco up on his feet and pushed him onto the bed, the only furniture in the otherwise empty room.
Draco stumbled on the bed and bounced a bit before Harry placed his hands to lock Draco in place. "Do you want to know the real reason why Ginny and I broke up?"
"I already know-"
"The truth was she couldn't hold me, couldn't hold my sexual drive. She said I was too aggressive and rough, but you could hold me, right?"
Not waiting for Draco's response, Harry went down and showed him how aggressive and rough he could be by sucking onto Draco's soul through his cock, and Draco could only sigh and whimper while his hands held onto the bedding for some semblance of control. He wouldn't want to shove his whole cock in Harry's tight mouth, although the thought was mouth-watering.
But Draco didn't have to when, on the fourth bob of Harry's head, the latter deep throated him, Draco's eyes closed at the sensation of Harry's throat wrapping tight and softly around him. Draco's toes curled, and his body arched.
"Fuck! Merlin!" Draco wanted to thank the gods or whomever was responsible for giving him such blessings.
He thought that if Harry miraculously agreed to getting him pregnant, it would be a one time thing and it would be as vanilla as fuck, with Potter shoving his dick inside Draco without a kiss or anything, fucking and cumming inside him. He didn't expect to receive anything much more than an orgasm, but here Harry was, blowing him to the edge of an orgasm.
"Harry... Harry, please, I'm going to come!" Draco choked on so much pleasure.
Harry pulled away, much to Draco's relief. Draco thought Harry was going to finger him a little and fuck his brains out until he's cumming but Harry grabbed his hands and placed them on his ass, parting his ass for Harry to ogle at his clenching hole.
"Hold your ass out for me like this. I want to eat you out."
Draco flushed, but he followed, trembling and mewling, when Harry began licking and sucking on his hole.
The same ache from orgasm returned tenfold. Harry's tongue was insistent inside him, and the way he panted and made those ridiculous sounds to tell Draco how much he was enjoying eating Draco's hole shouldn't have been hot, but it was. And he couldn't control it anymore when Harry wrapped his hand around Draco's already-leaking cock, twisting his hand in a sharp turn, as his fingers curled inside Draco.
"Harry, fuck... that was..." Draco continued to pant, his cum drying on his stomach.
Harry's smile was bright as he looked at his effect on Draco. Draco would never know how Harry hid his bedroom behavior behind his golden Gryffindor image. He honestly couldn't blame Weaslette if she asked for a breakup because of Harry's sex drive, it was truly overwhelming.
Bully for her, Draco found Harry's intensity endearing and hot. And he's not going to let go of Harry. Not anytime soon.
While Draco's brain is still rebooting from the orgasm he just received, Harry continued to place soft kisses on his flushed cheeks, rubbing his hard dick against Draco's quick hardening dick.
Thank Merlin for his age.
Harry hummed in appreciation when Draco was once again hard.
Then, he turned serious. "Tell me if you suddenly changed your mind, punch me, push me away, hex me. Give me hell. Don't be complacent, don't just lie there and do nothing if it was too much for you. Stop me if you don't want it anymore, I won't mind. Tell me no if it's too much."
For a moment, Draco was dumbfounded. He thought Harry wanted him to lie down and take it like a little bitch.
"Understand, Draco?"
"Y-yes. Yes, I understand, Harry."
"Good."
Draco suddenly felt his insides getting lubricated, making him shiver in delight, both in shock and at the raw power of Harry.
With a soft kiss on his nose, Harry lined up his cock in Draco's hole and entered. He didn't stop pushing until he bottomed in Draco, his bollocks touching Draco's ass.
Without waiting for Draco, Harry began thrusting into and out of Draco. Harry knew how to fuck. He wasn't just thrusting for the sake of fucking Draco's hole. He knew how to quickly alleviate Draco's pain and replace it with so much pleasure that Draco could only hold onto Harry's back and take every thrust Harry gave him. He knew the exact spot to thrust onto and how to edge Draco, teasing him with another orgasm, before twisting away from the spot.
"Harry," Draco cried, his legs going around Harry's waist. "You sweet fucker. Stop teasing me, please. Give it to me. Give me your sperm. Give me a baby."
Harry's only response was a chuckle before he spread Draco's legs, then his thrusts turned wild. Faster. Rougher. Draco's moans got louder and more unintelligible.
The bed underneath them was trembling at Harry's fast pace, and his ass cheeks were getting numb from Harry's skin and balls slapping them.
And this time, Harry wasn't teasing him anymore. He kept on fucking the spot that had Draco throwing his head back, warm tears rolling down his cheeks.
"This is so good, Harry!" Draco sobbed.
Draco's body tremors intensified with each passing second of Harry's cock abusing his hole. Draco looked into Harry's eyes, and his lips hovered an inch from him.
When he felt another orgasm, he pulled Harry towards him and bit the Gryffindor's lip, screaming out, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck Harry, I'm coming, I'm coming... Fuck!"
His body arched and his legs tightened around Harry as tremors after tremors rocked his body while he shot his load between them.
But he began whining when Harry still continued to fuck into him, not stopping, not giving him any second to take a rest.
He only pulled out to flip Draco and bend him on the bed, continuing his rough thrusting in and out of the blonde, who could only hold onto the bedding.
"Harry!"
"Soon after, you'll be pregnant, and anyone will know that you spread your legs wide for me and enjoyed having my cock fucked you like a little whore."
"Give me a baby, Harry. Make me pregnant. I'm your little whore, Harry."
"Fucking hell."
Harry gave three solid fucks, then he was coming deep into Draco, pushing Draco to a dry cum. He came a lot, which made Draco smile. He's no doubt pregnant now, but Harry said they needed to be sure.
Draco licked his dry lips, which were suddenly parched from getting sweaty. Harry flipped him again, laid him back on the bed, and gave him a glass of water.
He smiled at the latter and accepted the soft kiss Harry gave him.
He didn't think he could ever touch a girl after this, or worse, fuck them. Harry just showed him what it's like to be fucked so good, and Draco could not give that up anymore.
Harry's cock was like an embedded part of his heart and soul. He would not be able to forget every thrust and rough manhandling.
"What will you do when the baby is all Potter?"
Draco bit his lower lip. He did not think of that. With his luck, his baby would have Potter's skin, eyes, and wild hair. "Then I will love them the same way if they turn out to be a Malfoy baby."
"No, I know. I meant, how are you going to tell your mother? She could tell you they're not yours."
"No, they're my baby. They came from me. My mother could perform a paternity test on us, and I know it would be positive. She just needed to accept them, whether they looked like Malfoy or not."
Harry smiled.
-
Potter's 'frequent as possible until Draco is pregnant' turned out to be almost everyday.
Only a day after they first parted ways, with a dull ache still present in his lower back, Draco walked back to the 8th year's tower, hoping to get his things and start some studying that he wasn't able to do because he was with Harry.
However, as soon as he stepped foot in the common room, he was pushed back against the wall, and aggressive lips were on his. Draco kissed back a little, only to pull away when reality set in.
"Harry, someone might see us." Draco looked around just to make sure.
Harry had a smirk. "No, they're all in class."
Yes, the whole 8th grade should be in an elective class aside from Draco, Hermione, and Padma, the smartest people in their year who are accepted for a more complex subject.
"So should you, right?"
"I skipped class."
Draco sighed. He shouldn't be shocked at the extent of what Harry could do just to quench his lust. This is probably what the Weaslette couldn't handle well.
"Granger and Patil-"
"Are in the library, both of them. I checked."
Harry looked expectant and hopeful. Draco sighed, looking at the stairs on the way to his shared room with Blaise. He guessed his books would have to wait. He really missed Harry as well.
Before he could tell it to Harry, though, Harry had already noticed the shift in his look as he turned back to Harry. The Gryffindor smirked and pulled him. But before they could go upstairs into his room, Harry was kissing him again, not stopping until Draco pushed him away when the blonde fell on one of the steps.
"Let's get up in your room."
Harry smiled innocently. "Or, I could just fuck you here?"
"And what if someone saw us?"
"Who cares?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "What if Granger came and saw your wrinkled ass? Besides, I don't want to be fucked except on bed like an uncivilized Wizard."
Harry only chuckled before he pulled Draco to his room.
Harry cupped his cheeks and shoved his tongue in Draco's face as soon as they were in Harry's room. Draco choked for a second, but soon after, he was fighting for equal dominance with Harry's tongue. It was filthy, the way their tongues licked and met each other in Draco's mouth, twisting and wriggling against each other.
"I miss you, Draco, only you."
Draco only smiled. He didn't want to let any of Harry's words get into his brain. He didn't want to assume Harry had some hidden feelings for him. He knew the guy had just broken up with his girlfriend and was probably projecting his feelings onto Draco, the most convenient person.
Harry was animalistic, as expected. Draco whimpered when Harry didn't let him adjust, and as soon as he was inside Draco, he began thrusting with the same ferocity he showed the first time, only it was impossible and getting intense as seconds passed by. Draco's tears slowly trickled down his face at the intensity of pleasure from Harry's hard thrusts.
"Fuck, Harry!"
Good thing Weasley wasn't here because he didn't know how they could fuck, standing up, with Harry behind him, his body grinding and smacking against Draco's as he fucked the most delicious spot in Draco. Harry tightened his arms around him to grind inside him as deeply as possible. And even if Harry's curtains were closed, Harry's bed would give them away, if not for Draco's screams.
"Harry! Shit! You fuck so good! Fuck!"
Draco was reduced to a moaning mess, and all he could do was gasp and scream silently as he fell on the bed, his face buried on the sheets, his body wildly trembling from coming. Harry, of course, wasn't done yet. He shoved Draco's legs apart, raised his ass higher, and grabbed his arms, arching Draco's back as he continued to fuck the blonde.
"Harry," Draco moaned out, his voice hoarse. He was too stimulated. Too pleasured. Everything was too much. But fuck if he didn't love every second he's with Harry.
Draco didn't care if his head lolled and his ass trembled in stings of pleasure as Harry continued to bugger him from behind. He didn't care if he sounded hoarse again or if Pansy would start to question him again. He couldn't care less. He's too fucked out to care about anything other than Harry's big cock.
-
Harry probably took it as a challenge when Draco told him he would never be fucked anywhere other than on a bed, even if it was Harry, when the bastard decided to fuck him on the floor.
Before Harry, Draco was the kind of guy who would only have sex on silk sheets. But he didn't protest when Harry, after a wild makeout against the wall, tore Draco's clothes with his bare hands like the uncouth muggle that he was. Then he pushed Draco down onto the floor, humped his cock against Draco's as he continued sucking onto Draco's tongue and neck.
After a minute, with their cocks both hard, heavy, and about to explode, Harry gave him some mercy and pushed Draco down on all fours.
Draco, like the brainwashed fool that he was, just smiled at Harry and wiggled his ass, imploring Harry to slap his ass, which the Gryffindor did with a growl. Draco only turned back to smirk at him.
Harry did it again. Draco arched his back when he felt Harry's thumb on his wrinkled hole.
"Fuck, this ass will never not be hot."
Draco's retort was replaced by a deep groan when Harry quickly opened his hole with his cold thumbs, and his face was suddenly dunked in it, his tongue and lips trying to bury themselves inside him. Draco moaned when Harry suddenly rubbed his face on Draco's ass.
"You taste so fucking good, Draco. I want to fucking eat you every second of every day. If I could just eat you in the Great Hall, I would just bury my face inside your legs."
It should've felt awkward. It was. But the pleasure was more prominent, intensified by Harry's dirty talking.
The floor was rough on his knees and hands. He knew he was going to bruise, and he would ache until tomorrow, but Draco didn't care.
And when Harry was kneeling behind him, thrusting in and out of Draco, Draco grabbed Harry's face and kissed the Gryffindor, tasting himself on Harry's lips. "Fuck me more! Yes! Yes! There! Fuck, Harry!"
With Draco still on all fours, he began moving to meet back Harry's thrusts, choking when Harry grabbed him by his hips to stop him, pulled backward, and suddenly pushed inside him again.
"Fucking-"
Harry slapped his ass again.
"Shit, Merlin's tits, ride me, baby."
Harry leaned back, and Draco sat back until his ass was sitting on Harry's thighs. Then, he grabbed Harry's knees and began riding him in earnest. Draco knew it must have looked like an erotic sight—his ass bouncing on Harry's cock, based on Harry's loud growls, and his hands tightening on Draco's waist. His legs started to ache, but he continued to ride Harry's big, fat cock, rolling his eyes at the sounds of their bodies slapping against each other.
"You're the best, Draco."
Still no hoping.
Draco chuckled. "I know. Has there been any doubt?"
-
But sometimes, Harry's fucks didn't consist of penetrative sex, like yesterday, when Harry suddenly pulled Draco into an abandoned room as soon as their Potions class was done, ignoring their classmates' looks of confusion. Escaping before their friends could drown them with questions.
Once inside, Harry settled on one of the chairs between two tables, pulled Draco onto his lap, raised his legs on the tables, and snapped his finger to remove Draco's trousers and pants.
With a peck on his lips, Harry pushed his fingers past Draco's lips. The blonde, of course, was more than eager to suck Harry's digits. Those very same digits pinched Draco's nipples before they subsequently entered Draco's still-loose hole from their fucking session last night.
Draco smiled at Harry, turning back to him to accept his soft kisses placed on his lips and nose, giggling when Harry's growing beard tickled him.
Between the panting, Draco caressed Harry's upper lip. "Aren't you going to—oh, fuck Harry!— shave?"
Harry began caressing his balls as well, his fingers inside Draco's quickening that had the blonde writhing on his lap. "Don't you love me bearded?"
Draco smiled. "Maybe."
Draco wouldn't tell Harry, but he was in his safest and most comfortable place on Harry's lap, whether Harry was fucking him with his dick or fingers, or they were just talking. Harry just felt so warm.
And when Harry slowed down, Draco slumped back on Harry's chest, closing his eyes to concentrate on Harry's fingers pumping inside him.
"How can you still be tight?"
"Really? Because I feel so loose with your big cock always fucking me."
Draco rolled his eyes, seeing Harry oddly proud. "Just making extra effort to make you pregnant, Draco."
"Fingering me won't make me pregnant, you know."
"Yeah, but it will make us both happy."
Sometimes, Harry would kneel in front of Draco and suck his cock until he emptied his tight bollocks deep in Harry's throat. But most of the time, it was Harry kneeling with his face buried between Draco's legs as he ate his ass. Draco could only relax and put his feet on Harry's shoulders as he caressed the soft, untamed dark hair, his body limp, and his brain trying to ingrain the sight of Harry buried between his legs.
-
Sometimes, it was Draco who initiated their fucking sessions. It was when everything was all too much, like 3 days with Harry's cock inside him, so without removing their clothes after a rough make out against the wall, Draco would push Harry on his bed, unzip his trousers to get his cock out, and his own just until it reached mid thighs to ride him until they both came.
But one thing was obvious to Harry, he loved worshipping Draco's body. And he loved marking him. He was obsessed.
So much so that Draco felt every skin of his was already marked, from his legs up to his thighs to his stomach and chest, Harry's teeth never let him escape. And Draco could only whimper when Harry began sucking on his toes, licking his foot. Once, with a high flush on his cheeks, he let Harry lick his hairless armpit after countless beggings from Harry.
"I don't know why you are so obsessed with licking me everywhere."
"Isn't it obvious? You taste so good."
"Yeah, but you licking me there, it's weird."
Weird but good. Draco wouldn't deny that it was oddly good.
"No, it's not. I like putting my mouth on whatever part of your body. Plus, you're hairless. Even if you aren't, I will still want to lick you here."
Draco only huffed, biting his lip to stop himself from panting. Draco began shaving, though, when they started this.
Draco berated himself for being happy at the feeling of Harry's saliva glistening on every corner of his body. He should've felt disgusted, being with Harry was like getting slobbered by a dog in heat, only Harry didn't stop at licking his face. But he loved that, at night, all alone, he got to see Harry's marks on him.
-
Sometimes, they would both ignore the purpose of their fucking.
Draco didn't have the energy to protest at Harry anymore when the latter pulled out and jerked his cock fast, beating himself to the edge of orgasm and shooting his load in Draco's face. Draco only smiled and licked the salty come on his lips. Well, he's not going to be pregnant, but the sex was good.
Harry was panting as he lay beside Draco. He had a bright smile on his face, his eyes looked more electric than they had before. "You're the best, Draco."
Harry loved saying that. That he's the best. That it was only him. Sometimes, on the edge of orgasm, with a breathy voice on his ears Harry would tell him, "I like you so much, Draco."
Harry loved giving him compliments—about his beauty, his body, his smarts, and wit— and words of affirmation, as much as he loved marking Draco, as if Draco were an insecure lover. Draco was insecure, but he was not a lover. Harry's lover. He was far from it.
So most of the time, Draco wished to be pregnant already so he could run away from Harry's sweet words and gestures.
But with every clenching of the hole he did, he could feel Harry's cum squirting out of him. It made Draco sad, to be honest, to see something as precious as Harry's come, the very thing that would give him a baby, leave him.
When he told Harry this, he proposed a wonderful solution.
Since then, Draco has slept with a plug on if he's not sleeping with Harry's cock inside him.
-
But outside the bedroom, Harry was really sweet. Like really, really sweet. He was the lover Draco only read in his well-kept romantic novels.
He made sure Draco would eat enough a day, so he would bring him foods everywhere, even at the library with Madame Pince glaring at him. But Harry was either oblivious, had the balls to ignore Madame Pince since he's the Savior and all, or he was only focused on Draco. He wasn't embarrassed to be seen with Draco, and continued talking to him in public despite Granger and Weasley's apprehension.
And Harry gave him protection from the hexing and cursing he received. Draco never told Harry to protect him, of course. He didn't want to start a rumor, and he's not a damsel in distress. He could deal with them in his own ways, and that meant ignoring them and keeping his head down.
But lately, since Harry started talking and walking with him in the hallways. Words that used to be 'Death eater scum', 'You should be with your Father in Azakaban', 'Rotten murderer', were now mixed with lewd words like 'Slut', 'Homewrecker', 'Potter's bitch' and hurting words like, 'User'. It hurt because it was the truth. He was using Harry for his own selfish reasons.
And one day, when an unknown sixth-year Hufflepuff suddenly attacked him in the hallways, going as far as physically attacking Draco, that was the day Harry accidentally found out how Hogwarts was treating Draco.
Harry went berserk, punching the Hufflepuff until he bled on the floor, and if not for Draco intervening, he knew the poor guy would be left in the Hospital Wing.
"Tell everyone about this, that Harry fucking Potter would go feral on anyone. I better not see any if you do anything to Draco again, not on my watch."
Fortunately, no one after that, dared to hex or curse him again, all students were afraid to face Harry's knuckles and wand. Though whispers of him being Harry's slut sounded louder. Draco shouldn't be happy that he was no longer labeled as a death eater scum but instead called Harry's slut but he was oddly proud.
And Harry was overly protective of him, that he was worse than Pansy. And Pansy was already too vocal in her cooing and protectiveness toward Draco. But Harry was another thing. He always wanted to walk Draco to every class, even if it meant walking late to his own and getting the ire of one Minerval McGonagall.
One day, when Harry dropped him off at his Arithmancy class and gave him his bag, Draco was a bit shocked when he felt Granger sitting beside him.
"So, are you and Harry together?"
"Why don't you ask Harry that? You're still friends with him, right?"
Granger scoffed. "He won't tell us. He's overly protective of you."
Harry always listened to him, and he was extra careful and attentive to Draco when he felt shit that day. And Draco didn't have to tell him that he didn't feel good. Harry just knew, and he did something about it. Harry didn't stop, even when Draco was laughing with him.
And Harry loved spoiling him—be it with material things or with his gestures—and Draco, of course, loved being spoiled.
-
But reality finally checked in when his pregnancy test finally came back positive. He wouldn't have checked himself if not for the nausea he couldn't shake. He should have tested himself the day he winced when Harry tried squeezing his nipples. But he wanted to be with Harry more.
He stared at the mirror for a few minutes, trying to decide how he should end everything with Harry. He reckoned, he should end this since he's already pregnant. Harry only accepted fucking him to give him a baby.
In the end, he didn't tell Harry anything. He ignored him and isolated himself.
But a week later, seeing Harry's longing and brushing off any of the latter's advances, Blaise went to him with pity in his eyes.
"Potter's just outside, he's waiting for you. He said he wanted to talk to you."
Draco shook his head. "Tell him I'm busy."
Blaise sighed the second time he faced Draco, locking the door behind him, following Draco's order. "He said he's going to wait for you until you're ready to face him and tell him what happened."
Draco bit his lower lip, looking at the door, but shook his head. "Let him be. I'm going to sleep."
"Draco, aren't you going to face Potter? You know that Gryffindor's stubborn, right?"
Draco spelled his curtains shut, and after staring at the ceiling, trying to assuage the guilt in his gut, Draco slept.
It was 4 in the morning when he woke up. Wanting to feel the breeze, he left his room, wanting to take a walk by the Great Lake, but he stopped when he saw Harry sleeping outside his room.
Draco shook his shoulder. "Harry, what are you doing, sleeping in here?"
Harry smiled and stood up. "You're here, I told Zabini I'm going to wait for you until you talked to me."
"Harry, you've been here since last night? You slept here?"
Damn. Harry is indeed one stubborn bastard.
"Why are you ignoring me?"
Draco sighed, pulling Harry to the common room, which was fortunately empty.
"Harry, I'm pregnant."
"You are? Pregnant? Really?"
Draco raised an eyebrow when Harry sounded happy. As if he's Draco's husband of five years, and Draco just delivered the good news that they're going to be a family. His eyes were too sickeningly bright.
Or, obviously, Harry was just too happy to be finally cleared of responsibility and go back to his Weaslette. Draco wouldn't blame Harry if he told Weaslette that Draco blackmailed him and he was just a victim, just to get back with her. He just wished he got pregnant after graduation because he knew the bullying would get worse.
But he needed to be extra careful. For his baby.
"Yeah, that's why I'm ignoring you, Harry. Our deal is done after all. I'm pregnant now."
"Oh." Harry's expression shifted into somber.
"Yes, I already told Mother. Don't worry, I didn't tell him who's the other father. She was mad at first and a bit disappointed in herself when she realized her begging me to marry Astoria made me do this, but I told her that I wanted to have a baby to take care of."
Draco didn't tell Harry how their letters involved too many tears before his mother finally accepted that he was pregnant and pulled him out of the arranged marriage with Astoria. The Greengrasses were happy. Apparently, being a death eater wasn't too much, but Draco getting pregnant was.
"So, yes, Harry, it's done. You did your job... Good job. Anyway, I have to-"
"Wait, I want to take care of you and my baby."
"Your baby?"
"Okay, our baby."
Draco sighed. "Harry, there's no our when we started this. I told you when we started this that I only wanted your sperm to get me pregnant, and now I am pregnant. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone, and we might try to live on the continent, so don't force yourself. We both know this is going to be the end of this. Good-"
Harry pulled him into his arms. "I want this. I'm not forcing myself, I really want to take care of you and... your baby. I want to be part of this, if you let me. I know I'm just someone who donated the sperm, but I want to be the father if you let me... I want to be your partner, Draco."
"You know this is the perfect opportunity to get back with Weaslette, just tell her I blackmailed you-"
"I don't like her, Draco," Harry cupped his cheeks, and Draco gulped when Harry's shining emerald eyes stared at him. "It's you I like."
"Harry, if you're telling me this to have more sex with me, I can't. I'm pregnant, I don't think we can be wild again."
"I know. I'm not after you for sex. In fact, now that you're pregnant, I don't know if we still could. It might harm our baby."
Harry's smile turned hopeful when Draco didn't correct him on his pronoun.
"Harry-"
"I know. I know I shouldn't have fallen for you, I know this isn't what we talked about. I know you're only in it to have a baby," Harry paused a bit when Draco choked to hold back his tears. Damn hormones.
But what did Harry mean when he said he fell for Draco? And Draco's not in it for sex or the baby. Merlin knows how long he has longed for Harry to pay attention to him.
"-to get your mother off of your back, but along the way, everything became real to me, and I'm sorry. It felt like we were making a family. This would scare you, but you're the only one I can see in my future, not Ginny. Just you, Draco Malfoy, and fuck, can you blame me? You're fucking funny, smart... you could make me happy on my shittiest days with your snarks. Your presence comforts me like no one before. I just like being with you," Harry laughed, but a tear rolled down his cheek. Draco wiped it off, and Harry leaned in on his kiss, kissing his palm. "Just talking to you makes me the happiest, even when we don't do anything. Knowing that you're safe and happy makes me content as well. You're just so perfect, Draco. Okay, not perfect, you're whiny, and sometimes a brat..." Harry snickered when Draco pouted. "But what can I say? Even that was endearing to me."
Harry placed the softest kiss on his lips. "What did you do to me, Draco Malfoy? I like you so much."
Draco wanted to confess as well, but he was scared that Harry was just feeling baby fever. He knew that Harry, an orphan, would love to have a family of his own, a child of his own, and he was scared that it was the baby he was after. Not Draco.
Draco only stared at Harry.
Harry shook his head, his smile not leaving him. "You don't have to say it back, Draco. Just let me take care of you, please?"
"Fine."
-
Draco almost regretted agreeing to Harry because he was more protective than he was before. Almost. Because he was too entertained when Harry pushed Ron to the side, when he accidentally bumped onto Draco.
"What the hell, mate?" Ron glared from the floor. "What the hell did I do to you?"
"You were too close to Draco."
"I won't steal the ferret from you." Ron rolled his eyes, but at this point, even he was used to Harry's weirdness. After all, he wasn't the first one to be thrown on the wall just because he got closer to Draco.
Even his friends were apprehensive before Draco calmed them down.
"I don't know, Draco. Potter's a bit-" Blaise pursed his lips, trying to think of the word.
"Nuttier than normal? Yes, he is. Draco, what did you do to your boyfriend? He looked like he was about to burn down Hogwarts just to protect you."
"I'll talk to him."
When he had a talk with Harry, the latter apologized and told Draco he would lie low. Harry did lie low, if only for a little, but at least he didn't look like he was ready to burn Hogwarts down when someone accidentally bumped into Draco.
But two weeks before their graduation, everyone finally understood Harry when Draco popped and the blonde didn't bother concealing it.
Madame Pomfrey, who looked a bit disappointed but very happy for them when they told her, told them that concealing charms had a slight but not significant effect on their baby.
But Draco didn't want to risk their baby. Besides, they would be graduating soon, and he doubted the student body at Hogwarts would still try to say anything against their baby.
But of course, Draco realized just how stupid the students of Hogwarts are—for insinuating that the baby might be Voldemort's, never mind the dates of conception, his death, and the fact that Voldemort didn't look like a human anymore, and for saying that on Harry's face as if they thought they were doing Harry favors.
Harry, of course, burst into anger once again. And the stupidly brave Ravenclaw, of all houses, was pummeled to the ground before Ron found Harry and quickly pulled Harry away.
Harry, though, didn't stop. "Stop saying that to my baby! It's my baby. One more shit I heard from you, I'm going to-"
"I was just warning-"
"Fuck you!" Harry pulled out his wand. "I'll fucking-"
That's when Draco finally arrived, much to Ron's relief. "Harry."
Draco touched his wrist and pulled his wand away. Harry visibly relaxed as well. "He's saying shits about our baby, that-"
"I know, Harry. Let them talk shit. We'll be out of here in 2 weeks, anyway. I don't want you to be stressed, anymore Harry. Just focus on me and our baby, please?"
Harry nodded, and he was smiling again as he looked at Draco's bump, caressing it.
-
They graduated two weeks later. Narcissa attended his graduation with Andromeda and Teddy.
"I'm proud of you, Draco."
"Thank you, Mother."
She looked at him with a wistful expression before smiling brightly as she looked down and saw his baby bump. "And look at your beautiful bump, Draco. Are you eating well?"
"Yes, mother. Harry made sure I do."
She raised an eyebrow and looked behind him, staring at Harry, who was lurking behind Draco. "Is he the father of the baby?"
"Yes, mother."
"Aren't you going to introduce us?"
Draco stared at her eyes for a moment. She looked like she wouldn't hurt Harry anyway, so Draco reluctantly nodded and pulled Harry towards her. "Mother, this is Harry Potter, my boyfriend."
Harry tensed before smiling brightly at Narcissa. Narcissa, on the other hand, looked entirely happy that it was Harry, somehow knowing that someday he's going to marry Draco.
-
Draco tried to sleep at the Manor, he didn't want to always depend on Harry, even if Harry would cream his pants if Draco did ask for Harry's help.
But the first night, he was wide awake all night. He was too anxious. Smell and images of death clung to him. He knew the war was over, but his brain couldn't absorb that. He was overthinking about his baby's safety that he felt like if he stayed too long in the Manor, Voldemort would jump on him and kill his baby in sight.
The next morning, seeing the dark, heavy bags under his eyes, Narcissa called for Harry, and there and then, they decided Draco would be better off living with Harry in the Grimmauld place.
The place looked weary, like the Manor did, but at least here, there were no memories and Draco could renovate the place.
Living with Harry made Draco realize just how much Harry loved taking care of him and their baby. He looked genuinely happy that Draco had cravings at an ungodly hour of the day. He looked like it was a privilege to be able to cook for Draco and pacify him whenever he got whiny. It didn't look like a chore. Harry looked like he's been living off of his fantasies.
In each day that passed, Draco's doubts over Harry's feelings diminished, especially when he gave backrubs and footrubs to Draco. And aside from his compliments and gestures, his eyes had always shown his feelings toward Draco.
And two months before his labor, with a plate on his protruding tummy, while laughing at the film shown on the muggle telly Harry bought for them, Harry suddenly blurted out, "Fuck, I love you, Draco."
"What?"
The film was suddenly far away from Draco. All he could hear and see was Harry. "I'm sorry-"
"What did you say?"
Harry sat up straighter, taking Draco's hands in his. "I love you, Draco Malfoy. And someday, if you'd let me, I'm going to marry you. But again, you don't have to say it back."
Draco nodded and leaned in on Harry's shoulder to hide the bright smile on his face.
It's not that he doesn't love Harry with all his heart. Draco loves Harry Potter with all his heart. He's head over tits for the boys since 4th year but that's the problem. He still had doubts about whether Harry really felt the same way, and he didn't want to feel that way anymore, it's unfair for Harry. But Draco wanted to confess when he didn't have doubts anymore. Someday, he would be honest with Harry.
-
Draco gave birth to a lovely healthy boy, whom they named James Astin, following Black's tradition of naming their children after stars.
"But Sirius is also a star," Harry defended, wanting their first child to be named James Sirius. It did have a nice ring to that, Draco would say, but he didn't want any more names from dead people. Harry's parents are enough.
"It's enough that he's already named James," And of course, their son does indeed look more like a Potter than a Malfoy. "I don't want any more names from dead people, Harry. I don't want them to be pressured to live up to their namesakes."
And from Harry's testaments, his father and godfather were pranksters, like the twins, and Draco didn't want his son doing mischief.
"Fine," Harry was smiling again. Then, he turned serious and teary as he picked up Draco's hands in his. "Thank you for giving me the chance to be with you and Jamie. I promise you, I will do everything to love and take care of you. I love you, Draco."
Draco only smiled. Still not today.
-
On their son's 1st birthday party, Draco and Harry invited their friends and family. And as Harry was proudly showing off James to their guests, waving his tiny hand at them, with a bright smile on his face, Draco caught sight of fiery red hair from the window.
"Harry, I'll just go inside."
Harry hummed and placed a kiss on Draco's lips.
Draco stopped in his tracks when he saw Ginny, looking anxious but determined.
"Do you want to come to the garden?"
"No, I just want to give you something."
When neither of them spoke again, Draco took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry... Ginny."
Ginny blinked. "What- Malfoy, what are you saying sorry for?"
"Because," Draco gulped. "I stole Harry from you, and... I don't have an explanation for that." It's one of the thoughts lingering in his head. If only he hadn't come to Harry, Ginny and he might find their way back to each other.
"Why? Stole?"
"I mean, I put myself in the equation. If I didn't, Harry might ask you to be with him again, so I'm sorry. I know you two broke up because you couldn't hold him in bed and-"
Ginny laughed, but she sounded sad. "That's what he told you?"
"Yes, that you couldn't hold his sexual drive and his... roughness."
"Well, I don't like talking about my sex life with my ex. Especially to you, and I'm not going to start now, but that's not what happened."
Draco's eyebrow raised. "Well, what's the truth?"
"He moaned out someone's name while we're doing it," Ginny sadly smiled. "It was you."
Draco was speechless for a second. And here he thought he was a rebound.
"What-"
"Yeah, he moaned out your name, not just once, but three times. You might think I'm stupid that I let that happen so many times. I was, I thought it was an accident, and he told me it was an accident that you were just on his mind because you annoyed him that day... But it happened again. The last time it did, he told me he liked you, in my ears... So of course, I had to ask for a break up."
"Oh. Ginny, I'm sorry."
Draco didn't know what he was saying sorry for, but no one deserved to be treated like that.
Ginny sighed. "I knew for sure he was in love with you, but he told me he wasn't. Imagine my shock when you got pregnant. I knew without Harry hexing everyone that he was the father."
"We didn't cheat on you, Ginny, we- I swear to Merlin, it was me who came to him and asked if he could-"
Ginny only raised her eyebrow when Draco stopped. Then sighed. "Whatever happened, I don't want to hear it anymore. I believe you. Harry might be an asshole thinking of someone else while he's fucking me, but he wasn't a cheater, at least physically."
"Ginny-"
"And no, I'm not mad at you, it's Harry I was angry with. I only came here to give you this," She brought out a gift from her pocket. It was a bracelet for a kid. "It's charmed to protect little Jamie against hexing and curses. With Harry being an auror, he would pick up enemies, and I want Jamie to be protected."
Draco could only raise an eyebrow. Ginny talked as if she knew James. Draco didn't even know she knew his son's name.
"Mum and Ron wouldn't stop gushing about little Jamie in our house. I'm sure Mum was a bit disappointed she couldn't be with your baby 24/7."
They shared a small smile.
"You three looked really perfect. Harry looked the happiest when he's with you, now you're a family with your own son. Someday, I hope we could be friends... anyway, I have to go."
"Thank you Ginny."
Ginny only smiled before flooing out of Grimmauld Place.
When he went back to the garden, Harry was now busy talking to Pansy and Blaise, while James was entertaining Narcissa, Andromeda, and Teddy.
"Harry?"
Draco pulled Harry to the side and cupped his cheeks. He didn't know Ginny would be the reason to have his doubts eliminated. But now that he knew he wasn't some rebound who fortunately bore Harry's kid. Draco knew now that Harry genuinely loved him, even before he asked for his help.
"I love you."
Harry blinked before a bright smile illuminated his face. His eyes looked teary. "Really? You do?"
Draco nodded. "I love you, Harry."
"Fuck! I mean, crap... I love you too, Draco. So much."
Harry shakily leaned down to capture Draco's lips.
"Oi, you already have a kid," Ron shouted.
Harry only glared at him before returning to Draco's lips.