nicevenn | Update: Dark Moon Magic 7/8 (H/D) (James II/Scorpius) (NC-17)

Title: Dark Moon Magic 7/8
Author:

dripping_cherry
Pairing: Harry/Draco; James Sirius/Scorpius
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1,650
Disclaimer: Characters and HP universe belong to J.K. Rowling and associated publishers. This fiction is not intended for underage readers.
Warnings: mpreg; incest (half-brothers)
Summary: Draco's been keeping a secret, but he can't hide the truth forever.

"You sneaky bastard."

Harry ground his crotch against Draco's groping hand. It was obvious that Draco had laced that chocolate frog; otherwise, Harry would have been able to resist his boyfriend's sexual advances.

"Yes, I know," said Draco, pulling down Harry's fly and slipping his hand inside his boxers. "Call me what you want, but if you don't give me what I'm entitled to, then I'm going to take it myself."

"Are you, now?"

Harry was too aroused to argue. He closed his eyes, letting his mind block out everything but the hand that was fondling his bits and the tongue that was leaving wet marks on his neck. Oh, but he had almost forgotten how good those long fingers felt when they were wrapped around his cock.

"It's been so long," Harry said against Draco's ear.

The response was a soft kiss to his cheek, so chaste in comparison to the rhythmic stroking of the hand on his cock. Harry turned his head so that their mouths touched, and before he knew it, he was he was swiping his tongue across Draco's bottom lip.

Draco returned the kiss for a moment, and then he back. "Bedroom," he said.

Harry Apparated the two of them to the requested location on command. By the time he recovered from the pull of Apparition, Draco's mouth was already on Harry's cock.

"Fuck, yeah," said Harry, his hand automatically sliding into the silkiness that was Draco's hair.

Draco hadn't lost his touch at all. He still remembered exactly how Harry liked it, as if it had only been weeks, not years, since they'd last done this. Harry closed his eyes, blocking out everything but the warmth and wetness of Draco's mouth as he swallowed Harry's shaft. Harry knew that if he looked down and saw himself buried completely in between Draco's lips, he would come much too soon. It was a sight too erotic for someone as sexually deprived as he had been these past few years.

Harry stroked Draco's hair to distract himself from wanting to thrust up into that talented mouth. It was so difficult to keep his hips still when Draco was using every trick he knew to keep Harry's body humming with pleasure.

A frustrated moan left Harry's lips as he felt that familiar tingle begin to spread through his groin. He wasn't ready to come just yet. His hands trembled as he gently held Draco's head still and asked him to stop.

"Why?" Draco asked before sweeping his tongue across the tip of Harry's cock. He didn't need to move his head for that.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Why do you think?"

Draco thought for a moment, and then he shrugged. "It's not like you want to shag me—" The corners his lips twitched as he tried to hide a smirk.

"I said I didn't want to rush things this time around," said Harry. "But you took matters in your own hands when you fed me whatever aphrodisiac was on that chocolate frog."

Draco's eyes twinkled. "I suppose I must be ready to bear the consequences, then." He sighed sat back on his heels on the bed. Slowly, he began to unbotton his shirt, looking up at Harry with a pout.

Harry wasn't buying the feigned reluctance. As soon as Draco's chest was exposed, Harry leaned in to place soft kisses on the pale skin. The sound of Draco's gasp went straight to Harry's already aching cock. He would have loved to take his time and make Draco beg for him, but it had been too long, and the aphrodisiac was too strong to resist.

Draco leaned back against the pillows, raising his hips as Harry pulled off his trousers. The blond's skin looked like ivory against the black satin sheets. Harry took a moment to admire the sight before he pulled out his wand to cast a lubrication spell. He leaned over Draco and kissed him at the same time he brought a hand in between Draco's legs.

Draco moaned into Harry's mouth as two fingers breached his slicked entrance and effortlessly found the spot inside him that made him arch his back and grab a fistful of raven-colored hair. "Can't wait…" Draco said only moments later. "Want you now."

If Draco was ready for him, Harry wasn't about to complain. He took one of the pillows and placed it under Draco's hips. Then he positioned himself in between Draco legs and pushed forward, burying himself slowly, but without pausing.

As soon as their bodies were joined, Draco pulled Harry in for a kiss and began to rock against him. Harry would have liked to stay still for a moment to enjoy his partner's enthusiasm, but his body took control and he returned Draco's thrusts, building up a rhythm that was sure to bring their lovemaking to its height within minutes.

"Harry…" Draco said softly, his fingers touching Harry's face.

At first, Harry thought it had just been an expression of love, but then Draco repeated his name. Harry opened his eyes and saw the worried expression on Draco's face.

"What is it?" Harry slowed the pace of his thrusts, but he couldn't stop completely.

Draco took a deep breath as he looked into Harry's eyes. "I forgot— it's a new moon today."

It took Harry a moment to realize what Draco was talking about, but when he did, he felt a surge of warmth and love going through him. He brought his lips to Draco's ear and said, "I don't want to stop if you don't."

Draco turned his head and kissed Harry with a hunger and passion unlike anything that had ever passed between them. This was how it should have been the first time. Harry was barely able to work back up to his former rhythm before the first wave of climax washed over him. He reached in between their bodies and stroked Draco's cock to bring him off as he rode out his own orgasm.

When Harry opened his eyes again, he saw Draco looked up at him with a quirked eyebrow. "Lost some of your stamina, huh?"

Harry laughed. "Next time, I'll lace your sweets and we'll see about your stamina."

He lay down next to Draco, facing him, and brushed away a damp blond strand from Draco’s forehead. “I love you.”

Draco smiled. “I love you, too.”

*****

Scorpius felt queasy just looking at his porridge. The mixture of aromas in the Great Hall that had always made his mouth water was now caused his stomach turn. Beside him, James was wolfing down a plateful of bacon and eggs. It was a nauseating sight.

Feeling himself begin to gag, Scorpius rushed to get away from the table, but his foot got caught on the bench and he fell just as his stomach decided to empty its contents.

"Eww!" Rose squeaked.

James was already by his side, helping him up. "Are you okay?"

Scorrpius didn't respond. He rushed off to the nearest bathroom where he could rinse away the sour taste of vomit that was scratching his throat and threatening to make him sick again. No, he wasn't okay. This had been going on for over a week now.

Socpius bent over the sink and turned on the tap, rinsing his mouth and splashing cold water over his face. What is happening to me? He wasn’t a pureblood, so he couldn’t possibly be pregnant. Scorpius hoped it wasn’t anything serious.

"I think it's time you visit the hospital wing," said James. He was leaning against the door, watching Scorpius from beneath drawn-together brows.

Scorpius nodded and took a drink of water. When he was ready, James accompanied him to the hospital wing.

Madam Pomfrey was sitting at her desk and writing when they arrived. She took one look at Scorpius and rose from her seat. "Good heavens, child! You're pale as a ghost!"

"He just sicked up in the Great Hall," said James. "Hasn't been feeling well since last week."

"Well, come on, then," said Madam Pomfrey, taking Scorpius by the arm. "We'll see get to the bottom of this, and you'll be back to your old self in no time." She made a shooing motion at James. "Off to class with you."

James gave Scorpius a reassuring smile before he left. Scorpius watched him disappear behind the door, and then he sat on one the stretcher that Madam Pomfrey indicated.

"I think I know what might be ailing you, Mr. Malfoy," she said.

"You do?"

Madam Pomfrey nodded. "Do you usually feel nauseated in the morning?"

Of course she would draw that conclusion. "Yes, but—" Scorpius stopped himself. Just like everyone else, Madam Pomfrey thought he was a pureblood, the son of Draco and Astoria Malfoy. It wasn't Scorpius's place to reveal his father's secret because he wasn't feeling well.

Fine, let her test me, Scorpius thought as the healer went to retrieve a cup. It'll turned out negative, and then we can focus on the real problem.

"You know what to do," said Madam Pomfrey as she offered Scorpius a cup.

Scorpius took it and walked into the hospital wing bathroom. "This is ridiculous," he muttered as he unzipped his trousers and took out his flaccid prick. But he filled up the cup, washed his hands, and returned to the healer.

"Alright, dear," said Madam Pomfrey. "Let me take that."

Scorpius sat on the stretcher again and watched as the ancient witch waved her wand at the cup of urine. His eyes popped when the liquid suddenly turned blue. What did that mean?

"Yes, just as I thought," she said. "Mr. Malfoy, I'm afraid you're pregnant."

Scorpius suddenly felt lightheaded. He gripped the beading for support. How could this have happened? Was he a pureblood after all? Had his father lied about his parentage?

"Madam Pomfrey, I'd like to see my father."

Tbc….