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nicevennTitle: Dark Moon Magic 3/8
Pairing: Harry/Draco; James II/Scorpius
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1,056
Disclaimer: Characters and HP universe belong to J.K. Rowling and associated publishers. This fiction is not intended for underage readers.
Warnings: These warnings are spoilers. Highlight to read them. mpreg; incest (half-brothers)
Summary: Draco's been keeping a secret, but he can't hide the truth forever.
Harry drummed his fingers on the armrest as he waited for Hedwig to return so he could write to Draco. The duration of the owl’s trips have been increasing proportionally to her age. I really should get a new owl and let her retire, he thought. He reached for the latest issue of The Daily Prophet and began turning the pages absentmindedly, unable to concentrate on reading.
Harry had no idea how he and Draco were going to break the news to their sons. The more he’d thought about the situation over the past few days, the angrier he’d become with Draco. As strangely as their relationship had begun, Harry had fallen in love with him, and he’d thought that his feelings were reciprocated. And then Draco had left him without an explanation. He’d stood Harry up, and when Harry had gone to the Manor to see what was up, he’d been denied entrance. He’d owled Draco repeatedly and not received a single response. He’d thought that Draco having regrets. Hoping to relieve his heartache, Harry had plunged headfirst into a relationship with Ginny. Had he known the real reason Draco had disappeared from his life, he would have tried harder—he’d have gotten through to Draco, and they’d have raised their son together.
Harry sighed. Dwelling on the past wouldn’t do him any good. If he and Draco had stayed together, he wouldn’t have James or Albus or Lily. Still, he couldn’t help the anger he felt toward Draco. Thanks to the other man’s insecurities, Harry now had a son he didn’t know, who wasn’t even aware that Harry was his father, and who would surely hate him when he learned the truth.
Harry groaned. He felt like burying his face in his hands when Hedwig flew in through the open window and landed on his knee. He removed the note she carried and unfolded it.
Harry,
Yes, pureblood males can get pregnant, but they can only conceive on the new moon. It is a means of ensuring that purebloods don’t die out. Why do you ask?
Ron and I have been worried about you. You’ve been keeping to yourself lately—even more than usual. We think it’s time you started dating again. Ginny has moved on, and so should you. I have a friend from work whom I think you should meet--
Harry crumpled the note and tossed it into the trash bin. It was the confirmation Harry needed. He’d believed Draco, but he’d nevertheless hoped that his ex boyfriend was deceiving him. He offered Hedwig his arm to step onto as he relocated to his desk and began to write.
Draco,
Are you ready to tell them? I will stop by after supper tonight, if that’s okay.
Harry
*****
Scorpius had immediately become suspicious when his father asked him and James to join him in the parlor, but when Harry Potter came and joined them, Scorpius was certain what was happening. He couldn’t believe his father was going to make things difficult for him and James. After all, they were both 17 and therefore legally able to partake in whatever activities they desired.
James squeezed Scorpius’ hand and the latter forced a smile. It was reassuring to know that James was willing to be open about their love in front of their parents, despite the former animosity between their two families.
For what seemed like the duration of one of Professor Binns’ history lessons, the two Malfoys and the two Potters sat in silence. They were all eyeing each other nervously, except Draco, who was leaning forward, elbows resting on his thighs and lips pressing against his fingertips. He was staring off into space. Scorpius might have been worried about his father’s apparent anxiety if he wasn’t so angry with him for interfering with his personal life.
Harry broke the silence. “Draco, do you want to start?”
Draco lowered his hands and folded them. He kept staring at the floor as he spoke. “Scorpius—I’m sure you think you know why I called this meeting—“
Scorpius snorted.
“But you’re wrong. There’s nothing I want more than to see you happy—“
“And yet?”
Draco looked up at his son for the first time that evening, grey eyes searching. “I haven’t told you this, so I can’t be sure if you know that pureblood males can bear children—“
Scorpius rolled his eyes, but when he spoke, his voice was fraught with embarrassment. “Merlin, dad, couldn’t you have brought this up in private?
“That’s not what I’m getting at, Scorpius. You’re not a pureblood—“
Scorpius felt a sense of foreboding creeping up from the pit of his stomach. “What do you mean, I’m not a pureblood?”
Chewing on his lip, Draco looked to Harry for support. The latter held his gaze for a moment and gave in with a sigh.
“After the war, Draco and I overcame our animosity. I’d saved his life, and he’d tried to save mine—however discreetly. We became really close and--“
“Don’t sugar coat it,” Draco spat, “that’s not the order in which things happened.
Scorpius’ mouth turned into cotton. He was overcome with dread, and it had little to do with the obviously unresolved tension between his father and Harry Potter. Beside him, James stiffened.
“Dad, what are you saying?” Scorpius’ voice shook.
His father’s grey eyes unleashed a storm as they met his own. “Harry is your father, Scorpius. You and James are half brothers.”
Scorpius wasn’t sure when James’ hand had left his own, but it was gone now, and suddenly he couldn’t breath.
“I think I’m going to be sick,” he heard James say beside him, and the words sent an unpleasant chill down his arms and legs.
Scorpius reached out his hand to James, who flinched at the gesture.
“Please don’t touch me,” he said. Then he stood and walked out.
“James, where are you going?” Harry called out after him.
“I need to be alone.”
And he was gone.
Scorpius stared at the empty space next to him on the sofa. He felt the world caving in on him, and only because he didn’t have the strength to fight it did Scorpius not push his vile, maternal parent figure away as he wrapped his arms around him.
Chapter 4
Pairing: Harry/Draco; James II/Scorpius
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1,056
Disclaimer: Characters and HP universe belong to J.K. Rowling and associated publishers. This fiction is not intended for underage readers.
Warnings: These warnings are spoilers. Highlight to read them. mpreg; incest (half-brothers)
Summary: Draco's been keeping a secret, but he can't hide the truth forever.
Harry drummed his fingers on the armrest as he waited for Hedwig to return so he could write to Draco. The duration of the owl’s trips have been increasing proportionally to her age. I really should get a new owl and let her retire, he thought. He reached for the latest issue of The Daily Prophet and began turning the pages absentmindedly, unable to concentrate on reading.
Harry had no idea how he and Draco were going to break the news to their sons. The more he’d thought about the situation over the past few days, the angrier he’d become with Draco. As strangely as their relationship had begun, Harry had fallen in love with him, and he’d thought that his feelings were reciprocated. And then Draco had left him without an explanation. He’d stood Harry up, and when Harry had gone to the Manor to see what was up, he’d been denied entrance. He’d owled Draco repeatedly and not received a single response. He’d thought that Draco having regrets. Hoping to relieve his heartache, Harry had plunged headfirst into a relationship with Ginny. Had he known the real reason Draco had disappeared from his life, he would have tried harder—he’d have gotten through to Draco, and they’d have raised their son together.
Harry sighed. Dwelling on the past wouldn’t do him any good. If he and Draco had stayed together, he wouldn’t have James or Albus or Lily. Still, he couldn’t help the anger he felt toward Draco. Thanks to the other man’s insecurities, Harry now had a son he didn’t know, who wasn’t even aware that Harry was his father, and who would surely hate him when he learned the truth.
Harry groaned. He felt like burying his face in his hands when Hedwig flew in through the open window and landed on his knee. He removed the note she carried and unfolded it.
Harry,
Yes, pureblood males can get pregnant, but they can only conceive on the new moon. It is a means of ensuring that purebloods don’t die out. Why do you ask?
Ron and I have been worried about you. You’ve been keeping to yourself lately—even more than usual. We think it’s time you started dating again. Ginny has moved on, and so should you. I have a friend from work whom I think you should meet--
Harry crumpled the note and tossed it into the trash bin. It was the confirmation Harry needed. He’d believed Draco, but he’d nevertheless hoped that his ex boyfriend was deceiving him. He offered Hedwig his arm to step onto as he relocated to his desk and began to write.
Draco,
Are you ready to tell them? I will stop by after supper tonight, if that’s okay.
Harry
*****
Scorpius had immediately become suspicious when his father asked him and James to join him in the parlor, but when Harry Potter came and joined them, Scorpius was certain what was happening. He couldn’t believe his father was going to make things difficult for him and James. After all, they were both 17 and therefore legally able to partake in whatever activities they desired.
James squeezed Scorpius’ hand and the latter forced a smile. It was reassuring to know that James was willing to be open about their love in front of their parents, despite the former animosity between their two families.
For what seemed like the duration of one of Professor Binns’ history lessons, the two Malfoys and the two Potters sat in silence. They were all eyeing each other nervously, except Draco, who was leaning forward, elbows resting on his thighs and lips pressing against his fingertips. He was staring off into space. Scorpius might have been worried about his father’s apparent anxiety if he wasn’t so angry with him for interfering with his personal life.
Harry broke the silence. “Draco, do you want to start?”
Draco lowered his hands and folded them. He kept staring at the floor as he spoke. “Scorpius—I’m sure you think you know why I called this meeting—“
Scorpius snorted.
“But you’re wrong. There’s nothing I want more than to see you happy—“
“And yet?”
Draco looked up at his son for the first time that evening, grey eyes searching. “I haven’t told you this, so I can’t be sure if you know that pureblood males can bear children—“
Scorpius rolled his eyes, but when he spoke, his voice was fraught with embarrassment. “Merlin, dad, couldn’t you have brought this up in private?
“That’s not what I’m getting at, Scorpius. You’re not a pureblood—“
Scorpius felt a sense of foreboding creeping up from the pit of his stomach. “What do you mean, I’m not a pureblood?”
Chewing on his lip, Draco looked to Harry for support. The latter held his gaze for a moment and gave in with a sigh.
“After the war, Draco and I overcame our animosity. I’d saved his life, and he’d tried to save mine—however discreetly. We became really close and--“
“Don’t sugar coat it,” Draco spat, “that’s not the order in which things happened.
Scorpius’ mouth turned into cotton. He was overcome with dread, and it had little to do with the obviously unresolved tension between his father and Harry Potter. Beside him, James stiffened.
“Dad, what are you saying?” Scorpius’ voice shook.
His father’s grey eyes unleashed a storm as they met his own. “Harry is your father, Scorpius. You and James are half brothers.”
Scorpius wasn’t sure when James’ hand had left his own, but it was gone now, and suddenly he couldn’t breath.
“I think I’m going to be sick,” he heard James say beside him, and the words sent an unpleasant chill down his arms and legs.
Scorpius reached out his hand to James, who flinched at the gesture.
“Please don’t touch me,” he said. Then he stood and walked out.
“James, where are you going?” Harry called out after him.
“I need to be alone.”
And he was gone.
Scorpius stared at the empty space next to him on the sofa. He felt the world caving in on him, and only because he didn’t have the strength to fight it did Scorpius not push his vile, maternal parent figure away as he wrapped his arms around him.
Chapter 4
