Fic: Dark Moon Magic 8/8
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nicevennTitle: Dark Moon Magic 8/8
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dripping_cherry
Pairing: Harry/Draco; James Sirius/Scorpius
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 2,000
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling and associated publishers.No copyright infringement is intended.
Warnings: mpreg; incest (half-brothers), fluff
Summary: Draco's been keeping a secret, but he can't hide the truth forever.
Draco couldn't stop his heart from racing as he jogged up the stairway to the main entrance of Hogwarts castle. The rhythmic pounding of blood in his ears was nauseating. He knew that it was silly to panic—
Madam Pomfrey had made it clear in her letter that Scorpius wasn't ill or injured—but he couldn’t help it. Parents just didn't get called to Hogwarts without good reason. And if nothing was wrong with Scorpius, why had it been the matron who had written to him?
The doors to the castle swung open for him by magic, as they did for anyone whose invitation was approved by the Headmistress. It had been seventeen years since Draco had last been inside the castle, but as he crossed the entry hall to get to the marble staircase that lead upstairs, he felt like he was still a student. He ignored the grumbling portraits as he made his way down the corridors and climbed a couple more flights of stairs. By the time he opened the doors to the hospital wing, he was slightly out of breath.
The matron was nowhere in sight, but Draco spotted Scorpius sleeping on his side on one of the beds. As he came closer, Draco realised that his son was unusually pale, and his brow was furrowed even in his sleep. He sat down gently on the edge of his son's bed. His initial thought had been not to wake his Scorpius, but he'd obviously been called to Hogwarts for a reason, and Madam Pomfrey had written that it was Scorpius, not she, who wanted to see Draco.
He placed his hand on Scorpius's ankle and shook it lightly. Scorpius stirred, groaning quietly, but didn't open his eyes. Draco shook him again.
"Scorpius?"
The boy's eyelids fluttered open and he blinked at Draco. His voice was hoarse from sleep."Hey, dad."
"What's going on, Scorpius?"
Scorpius avoided Draco's eyes as he lifted himself up into a semi-reclined position. His lips tightened. Draco waited, but when his son remained stubbornly silent, he spoke again.
"Madam Pomfrey said you requested to see me. Is there something you need?"
"Yeah, actually there is." There was a glint in Scorpius's eyes when they shot up to look at Draco. "I'd like you to tell me who my father is."
"W-what?"
Scorpius stared at Draco in silence, and after a moment, Draco felt his initial surprise replaced by a surge of anger.
"What are you getting at, Scorpius?" he asked. "I already told you who your father is."
Scorpius snorted. "You lied."
"I did not such thing," Draco's fingers curled in the blanket as he tried to keep his voice low. "Harry Potter is your father."
Scorpius looked up and off to the side, something he always did when he was angry or hurt. "That would mean I'm not a pureblood."
Draco sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "We've already established that."
He hadn't thought Scorpius would have such a difficult time accepting the fact that he wasn't a pureblood. If Draco had learned the same thing about himself when he was Scorpius's age, he would have been distraught; but Draco had learned so much since then, and he had tried to teach his son different values than his parents had instilled in him.
"There's nothing wrong with not being a pureblood, you know," Draco said. They sat in silence for a moment as Draco tried think of something he could say or do to comfort his son. Such things had never come easily to him.
"If I’m not a pureblood, then how did I get pregnant?" Scorpius's tone was softer now, but no less accusing.
Draco felt his stomach sink and the hairs on his arms rise. His eyes searched Scorpius's face. "What did you say?"
Scorpius swallowed and drew further back against the pillows, away from Draco. "I'm pregnant," he repeated at last. "I got sick again this morning, and Madam Pomfrey ran a test—"
"That's impossible," Draco said, shaking his head.
"The test is ninety-nine point nine percent accurate," Scorpius said. "And I was tested twice."
Draco buried his head in his hands, rubbing his face as he tried to make sense of what he was hearing. Scorpius couldn't be pregnant; it was impossible.
"Maybe there's an underlying condition that is causing a false positive—" Draco winced at his own words. The thought of Scorpius being unwell in any way was frightening.
"Maybe you're just hiding something from me."
"Harry is your father, Scorpius," Draco said, raising his voice. "There is no other possibility."
Scorpius huffed and looked away. Draco took his hand, enclosing it with both of his own.
"We'll get to the bottom of this," Draco said. "And if, by some miracle, you are pregnant—well, you're a bit young, but I wasn't much older. We'll get through this." He rubbed his son's affectionately.
Scorpius's expression softened, but the pain and fear in his eyes was heart-wrenching. Draco thought he knew the source of it. "Have you told James yet?"
Scorpius shook his head, casting his eyes downward. It was probably a good time for Draco to say something reassuring, but the truth was that he didn't know how James would react, and he didn't want to make false promises.
"It's probably best to wait until we know for sure, anyway," Draco said.
The doors to the infirmary swung open then, and Poppy Pomfrey bustled inside, starting at the sight of Draco as he rose in greeting.
"Well, good morning, Mr. Malfoy," Poppy said. "I did not expect you to arrive so soon."
She looked much older than when Draco had last seen her over sixteen years ago. Fine lines circled her eyes and mouth, and the skin of her face and neck appeared paper-thin.
Draco bowed his head. "Good morning to you as well, Madam Pomfrey. I came as soon as I received your letter."
Poppy's eyes darted to where Scorpius was sitting on the bed. "I take it the young Mr. Malfoy has given you the news?"
Draco nodded. "Indeed, he has." He pointed his wand at the chair by Poppy's desk and levitated it over to the bed. "Would you mind answering a few questions for us?"
*****
"Scorp?"
James's lips twisted in amusement as he caressed Scorpius's thigh, aware that his boyfriend was only pretending to be asleep. He'd seen those grey eyes peering at him on a few occasions since he'd returned from class to find his boyfriend sleeping in James's bed. Apparently Scorpius hadn't felt like talking to James's dorm mates. He could be a recluse at times. But the other Gryffindors were gone now, and Scorpius was waiting to be woken up.
James slid his hand higher up the muscled thigh. When Scorpius groaned in response, the sound went straight to James's cock, despite his best efforts not to think about sex. It had been a few weeks since they'd last had a chance to shag.
"Are you feeling any better?" James asked as Scorpius opened his eyes to look at him.
"Yeah, I suppose."
James brushed his fingers against Scorpius's, frowning when Scorpius moved his hand away. "What did Madam Pomfrey say?"
Scorpius sat up straighter and pulled his legs toward his chest. James quirked an eyebrow at the defensive position as he waited for a response.
"I'm pregnant," Scorpius mumbled into his knee. No, that was just what James had heard him say. He'd obviously heard wrong, because Scorpius could not get pregnant—he wasn't a pureblood.
"I'm sorry—what?"
"I'm pregnant." The words were barely above a whisper, but they were as clear as a vial of Veritaserum.
"Oh, Scorpius," James said as he slid closer to his boyfriend and wrapped his arms around him. His mind was racing with questions, but those could wait moment. First, he had to show Scorpius that he was happy, that he wouldn't abandon Scorpius.
"You're—happy?"
"Of course I am," James said. And he was. Granted, they were too young, but at the moment, James couldn't bring himself to care. All that mattered was that he loved Scorpius and the unborn child.
After a moment, James felt Scorpius begin to relax in his arms. He nuzzled the pale neck and breathed in his boyfriend's citrus scent. "That night, when we were by the lake," he said, "I saw that it was a new moon and wished that it were possible for us to have a baby one day."
"Why would you do something so stupid," Scorpius asked. "You know there's a risk—"
"I know," James said. "But I can't help the way I feel."
Scorpius sighed and rested his head against James's shoulder. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
They held each other for a couple of minutes before James broke the silence. His curiosity wouldn't let up. One of the possibilities that had run through his mind was that Scorpius wasn't his half-brother after all, and that thought had brought with it a great relief. But Scorpius had mentioned a risk, so that probably wasn't the case.
"How can you be pregnant?"
Scorpius shook his head. "I don’t understand it myself. Father assured me that I'm Harry's son. He Madam Pomfrey if it's possible for a non-pureblood to get pregnant. She said it's extremely rare, but that it has happened in the past in cases where the father was a very powerful wizard."
Scorpius was silent for a moment. "Father didn't tell her who got him pregnant, but I think she knew. She got this knowing look in her eyes as soon as he asked her that."
James chuckled. "I think my—our—dad will be pleased to hear that he's the exception once again."
Scorpius smiled weakly.
"He's going to be bloody furious when he finds out," James added.
Scorpius leaned back against the pillow with a sigh. "I can imagine."
A lump formed in James's throat as he thought about the yelling and reprimanding that lay in his near future. Actually those were things he could bear; it was the look of disappointment that he dreaded seeing in his father's eyes.
"Don't worry," Scorpius said, running his hand up and down James's arm. "My father has some other news for Harry that is guaranteed to mitigate his reaction to this."
James furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?"
That mischievous grin that James new so well suddenly formed on Scorpius's lips. "After Father and I said goodbye, he told me to go and that he was just going to stay and ask Madam Pomfrey one more thing that had nothing to do with me. I didn't believe him, so I only pretended to leave, when in fact I stayed behind the door and listened in."
James had a feeling he knew where this was going. It was actually something he felt awkward thinking about, but Scorpius was right—it would definitely divert his father's attention away from Scorpius and James's situation.
"And what did you find out?" James asked, smiling.
Scorpius made a face. "My father's pregnant, too."
"Aww," James said. "Two pregnant Malfoys at the same time? How adorable."
"Shut up," Scorpius said.
James caught Scorpius's wrist as the blond tried to swat him playfully. He pressed it firmly into the mattress as he pushed Scorpius down, positioning himself in between his boyfriend's legs. "I think we should celebrate," he said.
Scorpius's eyes searched James's for a moment, and then he smiled. "Yeah, we should."
The End
Author:
dripping_cherryPairing: Harry/Draco; James Sirius/Scorpius
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 2,000
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling and associated publishers.No copyright infringement is intended.
Warnings: mpreg; incest (half-brothers), fluff
Summary: Draco's been keeping a secret, but he can't hide the truth forever.
Draco couldn't stop his heart from racing as he jogged up the stairway to the main entrance of Hogwarts castle. The rhythmic pounding of blood in his ears was nauseating. He knew that it was silly to panic—
Madam Pomfrey had made it clear in her letter that Scorpius wasn't ill or injured—but he couldn’t help it. Parents just didn't get called to Hogwarts without good reason. And if nothing was wrong with Scorpius, why had it been the matron who had written to him?
The doors to the castle swung open for him by magic, as they did for anyone whose invitation was approved by the Headmistress. It had been seventeen years since Draco had last been inside the castle, but as he crossed the entry hall to get to the marble staircase that lead upstairs, he felt like he was still a student. He ignored the grumbling portraits as he made his way down the corridors and climbed a couple more flights of stairs. By the time he opened the doors to the hospital wing, he was slightly out of breath.
The matron was nowhere in sight, but Draco spotted Scorpius sleeping on his side on one of the beds. As he came closer, Draco realised that his son was unusually pale, and his brow was furrowed even in his sleep. He sat down gently on the edge of his son's bed. His initial thought had been not to wake his Scorpius, but he'd obviously been called to Hogwarts for a reason, and Madam Pomfrey had written that it was Scorpius, not she, who wanted to see Draco.
He placed his hand on Scorpius's ankle and shook it lightly. Scorpius stirred, groaning quietly, but didn't open his eyes. Draco shook him again.
"Scorpius?"
The boy's eyelids fluttered open and he blinked at Draco. His voice was hoarse from sleep."Hey, dad."
"What's going on, Scorpius?"
Scorpius avoided Draco's eyes as he lifted himself up into a semi-reclined position. His lips tightened. Draco waited, but when his son remained stubbornly silent, he spoke again.
"Madam Pomfrey said you requested to see me. Is there something you need?"
"Yeah, actually there is." There was a glint in Scorpius's eyes when they shot up to look at Draco. "I'd like you to tell me who my father is."
"W-what?"
Scorpius stared at Draco in silence, and after a moment, Draco felt his initial surprise replaced by a surge of anger.
"What are you getting at, Scorpius?" he asked. "I already told you who your father is."
Scorpius snorted. "You lied."
"I did not such thing," Draco's fingers curled in the blanket as he tried to keep his voice low. "Harry Potter is your father."
Scorpius looked up and off to the side, something he always did when he was angry or hurt. "That would mean I'm not a pureblood."
Draco sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "We've already established that."
He hadn't thought Scorpius would have such a difficult time accepting the fact that he wasn't a pureblood. If Draco had learned the same thing about himself when he was Scorpius's age, he would have been distraught; but Draco had learned so much since then, and he had tried to teach his son different values than his parents had instilled in him.
"There's nothing wrong with not being a pureblood, you know," Draco said. They sat in silence for a moment as Draco tried think of something he could say or do to comfort his son. Such things had never come easily to him.
"If I’m not a pureblood, then how did I get pregnant?" Scorpius's tone was softer now, but no less accusing.
Draco felt his stomach sink and the hairs on his arms rise. His eyes searched Scorpius's face. "What did you say?"
Scorpius swallowed and drew further back against the pillows, away from Draco. "I'm pregnant," he repeated at last. "I got sick again this morning, and Madam Pomfrey ran a test—"
"That's impossible," Draco said, shaking his head.
"The test is ninety-nine point nine percent accurate," Scorpius said. "And I was tested twice."
Draco buried his head in his hands, rubbing his face as he tried to make sense of what he was hearing. Scorpius couldn't be pregnant; it was impossible.
"Maybe there's an underlying condition that is causing a false positive—" Draco winced at his own words. The thought of Scorpius being unwell in any way was frightening.
"Maybe you're just hiding something from me."
"Harry is your father, Scorpius," Draco said, raising his voice. "There is no other possibility."
Scorpius huffed and looked away. Draco took his hand, enclosing it with both of his own.
"We'll get to the bottom of this," Draco said. "And if, by some miracle, you are pregnant—well, you're a bit young, but I wasn't much older. We'll get through this." He rubbed his son's affectionately.
Scorpius's expression softened, but the pain and fear in his eyes was heart-wrenching. Draco thought he knew the source of it. "Have you told James yet?"
Scorpius shook his head, casting his eyes downward. It was probably a good time for Draco to say something reassuring, but the truth was that he didn't know how James would react, and he didn't want to make false promises.
"It's probably best to wait until we know for sure, anyway," Draco said.
The doors to the infirmary swung open then, and Poppy Pomfrey bustled inside, starting at the sight of Draco as he rose in greeting.
"Well, good morning, Mr. Malfoy," Poppy said. "I did not expect you to arrive so soon."
She looked much older than when Draco had last seen her over sixteen years ago. Fine lines circled her eyes and mouth, and the skin of her face and neck appeared paper-thin.
Draco bowed his head. "Good morning to you as well, Madam Pomfrey. I came as soon as I received your letter."
Poppy's eyes darted to where Scorpius was sitting on the bed. "I take it the young Mr. Malfoy has given you the news?"
Draco nodded. "Indeed, he has." He pointed his wand at the chair by Poppy's desk and levitated it over to the bed. "Would you mind answering a few questions for us?"
*****
"Scorp?"
James's lips twisted in amusement as he caressed Scorpius's thigh, aware that his boyfriend was only pretending to be asleep. He'd seen those grey eyes peering at him on a few occasions since he'd returned from class to find his boyfriend sleeping in James's bed. Apparently Scorpius hadn't felt like talking to James's dorm mates. He could be a recluse at times. But the other Gryffindors were gone now, and Scorpius was waiting to be woken up.
James slid his hand higher up the muscled thigh. When Scorpius groaned in response, the sound went straight to James's cock, despite his best efforts not to think about sex. It had been a few weeks since they'd last had a chance to shag.
"Are you feeling any better?" James asked as Scorpius opened his eyes to look at him.
"Yeah, I suppose."
James brushed his fingers against Scorpius's, frowning when Scorpius moved his hand away. "What did Madam Pomfrey say?"
Scorpius sat up straighter and pulled his legs toward his chest. James quirked an eyebrow at the defensive position as he waited for a response.
"I'm pregnant," Scorpius mumbled into his knee. No, that was just what James had heard him say. He'd obviously heard wrong, because Scorpius could not get pregnant—he wasn't a pureblood.
"I'm sorry—what?"
"I'm pregnant." The words were barely above a whisper, but they were as clear as a vial of Veritaserum.
"Oh, Scorpius," James said as he slid closer to his boyfriend and wrapped his arms around him. His mind was racing with questions, but those could wait moment. First, he had to show Scorpius that he was happy, that he wouldn't abandon Scorpius.
"You're—happy?"
"Of course I am," James said. And he was. Granted, they were too young, but at the moment, James couldn't bring himself to care. All that mattered was that he loved Scorpius and the unborn child.
After a moment, James felt Scorpius begin to relax in his arms. He nuzzled the pale neck and breathed in his boyfriend's citrus scent. "That night, when we were by the lake," he said, "I saw that it was a new moon and wished that it were possible for us to have a baby one day."
"Why would you do something so stupid," Scorpius asked. "You know there's a risk—"
"I know," James said. "But I can't help the way I feel."
Scorpius sighed and rested his head against James's shoulder. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
They held each other for a couple of minutes before James broke the silence. His curiosity wouldn't let up. One of the possibilities that had run through his mind was that Scorpius wasn't his half-brother after all, and that thought had brought with it a great relief. But Scorpius had mentioned a risk, so that probably wasn't the case.
"How can you be pregnant?"
Scorpius shook his head. "I don’t understand it myself. Father assured me that I'm Harry's son. He Madam Pomfrey if it's possible for a non-pureblood to get pregnant. She said it's extremely rare, but that it has happened in the past in cases where the father was a very powerful wizard."
Scorpius was silent for a moment. "Father didn't tell her who got him pregnant, but I think she knew. She got this knowing look in her eyes as soon as he asked her that."
James chuckled. "I think my—our—dad will be pleased to hear that he's the exception once again."
Scorpius smiled weakly.
"He's going to be bloody furious when he finds out," James added.
Scorpius leaned back against the pillow with a sigh. "I can imagine."
A lump formed in James's throat as he thought about the yelling and reprimanding that lay in his near future. Actually those were things he could bear; it was the look of disappointment that he dreaded seeing in his father's eyes.
"Don't worry," Scorpius said, running his hand up and down James's arm. "My father has some other news for Harry that is guaranteed to mitigate his reaction to this."
James furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?"
That mischievous grin that James new so well suddenly formed on Scorpius's lips. "After Father and I said goodbye, he told me to go and that he was just going to stay and ask Madam Pomfrey one more thing that had nothing to do with me. I didn't believe him, so I only pretended to leave, when in fact I stayed behind the door and listened in."
James had a feeling he knew where this was going. It was actually something he felt awkward thinking about, but Scorpius was right—it would definitely divert his father's attention away from Scorpius and James's situation.
"And what did you find out?" James asked, smiling.
Scorpius made a face. "My father's pregnant, too."
"Aww," James said. "Two pregnant Malfoys at the same time? How adorable."
"Shut up," Scorpius said.
James caught Scorpius's wrist as the blond tried to swat him playfully. He pressed it firmly into the mattress as he pushed Scorpius down, positioning himself in between his boyfriend's legs. "I think we should celebrate," he said.
Scorpius's eyes searched James's for a moment, and then he smiled. "Yeah, we should."
The End
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Date: 2009-04-12 07:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-12 02:11 pm (UTC)But, um, this was the last chapter. Hormonal dramatics will be have to be left to the imagination, I'm afraid :(
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Date: 2009-04-18 07:19 am (UTC)EEP!
*hides*
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Date: 2009-04-12 08:56 am (UTC)Great story
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Date: 2009-04-12 02:13 pm (UTC)Thanks :)
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Date: 2009-04-12 02:30 pm (UTC)I feel kind of sorry for Harry and James though...there are going to be way too many hormones flying around in the near future!
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Date: 2009-04-12 04:48 pm (UTC)Nahh, I say we give Harry some credit here!, he's going to be
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Date: 2009-04-12 11:39 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2009-04-12 05:14 pm (UTC)~Mab
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Date: 2009-04-24 01:14 am (UTC)Thanks for commenting!
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Date: 2009-04-18 07:17 am (UTC)this is as bad as an unfinished WIP!! Where's the smut? the porn? the sweetness? the fluff? the baby's name? will it be a boy or a girl? what happened to Harry? how will he react to this? Will all be right? What about Draco's baby, will that one be a boy, or a girl? and what will be it's name? How about Scorpius' school, everyone will notice that he's pregnant.. how will he deal with this? Will Harry be moving in with Draco, to raise their child, and what about the other Potters.. how will they deal with this? .. Will it be in the prophet? and will Harry and Draco celebrate it as well?
*headdesk like hell* so many questions are left to be answered..
go write an epiloge you! *pokes*
Loved it though!!! ♥ :D *squishes* *hungs* *clings*
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Date: 2009-04-24 01:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-24 07:04 am (UTC)*squishes*
just write it whenever you feel like it okay?
no pressure.. ^^
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