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“Thanks for the help on my Patronus charm, Professor Potter,” Eloise chimed as she picked up her bag.
“Not a problem, Miss Finnigan, as long as you focus on the happy feeling and hold your wand the right way, I’m sure you’ll be able to produce a corporeal Patronus sometime soon!”
He watched her leave the Defence classroom and waited until the door slammed closed behind her before lowering himself off his desk. Being 28 weeks pregnant had bereft him from the possibility of doing that even slightly elegantly, so he prefered to wait until he was alone to do so if he could help it. If only he would remember not to push himself onto it while teaching.
Stretching his back, he looked up when the door swung open again, Draco striding through it as if he owned the place. “Are you ready for dinner? I’m starving. I’ve spent my lunch break tutoring some of my N.E.W.T. students and they took so much of my time that I couldn’t sneak past the kitchen before the first years -” he frowned. “Are you alright?”
Harry huffed. “Good evening darling, hope you had a nice day, you look wonderful as always,” he deadpanned, then rolled his eyes as Draco raised an eyebrow at him. “Yes,” he sighed. “I’m fine, Draco, just tired and stiff from teaching all day.”
“Hmmm,” Draco hummed as he let his gaze wander down Harry’s body and back up again. “If you’re sure, darling.”
Harry chuckled despite himself, walking over to press a soft kiss to Draco’s lips. “I’m absolutely sure, I promise. There’s no need to worry.”
Draco gave him a lopsided smile. “Okay then. And how’s our little one?” His hand moved up, stroking over Harry’s thick jumper where it was stretched over his stomach for a few seconds before bringing it to Harry’s face, pushing a strand of curly black hair behind his ear.
“They loved practicing Patronuses with my fifth years just now,” Harry smiled. “Did somersaults all through my last two classes.”
“Ah, I can relate,” Draco smirked. “I really loved your Patronus tutoring classes too.”
Harry snorted. “Considering you spent all of them flirting with me and trying to get me to see how much you liked me, I’d hope you loved them,” he answered. “Anyway, didn’t you say something about dinner?”
Grabbing his robes from the coat stand in the corner of the room and spelling the lights out, Harry followed Draco out of his classroom and into the hallways, following the stream of students towards the Great Hall.
“Hullo professor Potter,” Laura Smith, one of his most talented fourth years, called as she followed a few of her friends down the hall, running past them. “Oh! Hi, professor Malfoy,” she added, slowing down for a second to throw him her most charming smile.
“Evening, Miss Smith,” Draco said. “Watch where you’re going, yeah, no trampling first years please.”
“Sorry, professor,” she chimed, slowing her steps for a few seconds before sprinting ahead again.
“Sorry professor,” Harry mocked under his breath, throwing his hand to his forehead as he swooned.
“Stop that,” Draco rolled his eyes, stomping his arm.
Harry giggled. “You just don’t see how these girls act around you, do you? They all swoon whenever you walk past, because you look like a fucking supermodel even in your teaching robes.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Potter. And watch your language, we’re still in the hallway.”
Another group of fourth years stood in the entrance hall, chatting away while they waited for their friends to join them for dinner, and Harry bit down on a smirk as they all gasped when Draco walked by and then followed him with their eyes until they’d entered the Great Hall.
“You saw that at least, yeah?” he asked, jogging a few steps to catch up with his husband as they walked up to the dais. He winced when he noticed he really ought to support his stomach when jogging, but luckily Draco didn’t catch it.
“Saw what? That group of fourth years that was blocking the staircase?”
Another huff. “That group of fourth years who all pretty much fainted when you came past.”
“You’re just jealous,” Draco shot back as he took his seat next to Theo. “Must be your hormones.” His mouth twitched in a telltale sign that he was teasing, but Harry couldn’t help narrowing his eyes at him as he sat down in between Draco and Neville.
Throughout dinner, the topic was mostly forgotten. Harry had mostly gotten used to it anyway. They’d been together for four years and married for two, and it had never been different. Draco would probably always have this effect on fourteen year olds, and really, Harry couldn’t blame them because he still had that effect on Harry at thirty-two.
Their plates had just vanished and they were all chatting amongst each other while they waited for dessert to appear on the tables when Draco’s hand suddenly landed on Harry’s thigh, squeezing the flesh while he kept talking to Theo. Harry felt himself flush, because even while he was quite sure his hormones didn’t make him jealous, they definitely made him horny. Thankfully Neville was engrossed in his own story of where he would be going over Easter break to find some rare plants and never noticed anything. Not even when Draco’s hand slowly crept higher onto Harry’s thigh, stroking the sensitive insides with a nimble finger while Theo kept blabbering on about his history of magic curriculum.
Harry had nothing against Theo, of course, if anything, he was grateful that he always warned them when he was covering the Second War with his fifth years so that Harry was prepared for the sudden onslaught of questions and admiration. It was also the one time of the year that Draco was met with some apprehension from his usually devoted crowd. But Theo also seemed to bring out the mischief in Draco, resulting in stunts like this one, feeling Harry up at the head table in the Great Hall.
He was starting to get really uncomfortable, not even the rice pudding was able to distract him enough to keep ignoring his cock hardening in his trousers. He shifted on his seat and was about to tell Neville that he was terribly sorry but he’d forgotten about a very important firecall and run (or walk quickly, with that belly) towards his rooms to wank when Draco gave his thigh a final squeeze and then pulled his hand back completely.
Suddenly, Harry wasn’t entirely sure which option was worse. At least it allowed his erection to go down a little bit, gathering enough of his wits to actually ask Neville questions about the trip he had planned, and to properly enjoy the rice pudding.
“Aaaaaah,” Draco yawned once dessert had vanished and students were slowly trickling out of the Great Hall, stretching out and drawing some admiring looks from various students who were still at their tables and coincidentally looking their way. “I think I’m going to bed early, I’m knackered.
“Nobody believes you, Malfoy,” Theo sneered, rolling his eyes. “Enjoy your evening, Potter,” he added, throwing a wink at Harry. “Thank Merlin your quarters are in a deserted hallway and not anywhere near the Slytherin common room. You’d be scarring those poor students for life!”
Harry chuckled. “Stop rubbing it in, Theo. Draco’s still not over the fact that Minerva picked you as Head of House over him,” he chided.
Rubbing a hand over his stomach absentmindedly, he looked up at Draco. “Shall we go to our rooms, darling?” A smirk was playing on his lips and he added to the teasing with his poor rendition of the signature Malfoy-drawl on the pet name.
There was a swoop low in his abdomen as Draco replied “Yes, please.” His voice was low and slightly hoarse, and his pupils were blown already. Yet, Harry believed he was able to get up without raising any more suspicion, grabbed his husband’s hand and followed him outside.
The walk towards their living quarters was brisk. It was always too far to their hallway on the fifth floor, especially when they were in this kind of mood. They had learned the hard way that the Headmistress didn’t appreciate them fooling around and touching inappropriately in the hallways or even snogging behind tapestries, and since then they held hands at most, just to avoid any more temptation.
Finally, finally, they reached their door, Draco pointing his wand at it to remove their wards before he pulled Harry inside, pressing him up against the door before kissing him hard.
He pushed his tongue inside Harry’s mouth, licking his teeth before pulling back and biting at Harry’s bottom lip. “You shouldn’t be allowed to look like this,” he whined softly, fingers of one hand slipping in between Harry’s curls and pulling them out of his bun while the other traveled over his side from chest to protruding stomach. “How am I supposed to refrain from touching you while you look like this? While I know you’re carrying our baby?”
Harry didn’t know how, but apparently he had some brain capacity left to give a snarky reply. “Now you know what I’ve been going through every day for four years,” he muttered, leaning in to seal their lips in another kiss.
Draco stole his breath for several seconds, and it wasn’t until he really needed some air that Harry pulled away, eyes hooded and panting as he looked at Draco.
“Merlin, you’re such a brat,” Draco complained, but his eyes told a different story when he pulled Harry along to their bedroom, watching him with burning eyes as he undressed while getting rid of his clothes himself. Draco simply vanished his clothes, making them fold themselves on the chair on his side of the bed, but Harry liked to tease. Slowly, he pulled up his jumper, wincing when the air crackled with static electricity as he pulled it over his head, and threw it on the chair behind him. Underneath was just a white V-collared T-shirt, but judging from the look in Draco’s eyes, it looked good in contrast to Harry’s dark skin. He reached under his belly to unbuckle his belt and pulled it out, making sure the leather made a slapping sound as he threw that on top of his jumper before pulling his shirt out of the waistband of his jeans.
This was his favourite part, seeing how Draco’s jaw dropped as he pulled off his T-shirt, his stomach on display, stretch marks be damned. He smirked as Draco muttered “Merlin,” and made quick work of the rest of his clothes then. Draco was naked and hard in front of him and he had only so much restraint.
He hadn’t been fully naked for more than a second before Draco was in front of him, one arm around his waist and the other behind his head as he went in for yet another deep kiss. Draco licked into his mouth as if he had been in the desert for weeks and Harry was the well. Harry moaned against his lips as he felt Draco’s erection prod against his stomach, a drop of precome already smearing on his skin.
“Fuck me already,” he muttered hotly as Draco pulled back, nipping at his jaw and down Harry’s neck instead. “Damn tease, feeling me up in front of the entire school.”
He could feel Draco smirk against his shoulder, knew how much he enjoyed teasing him like that, and if he was honest, he loved it just as much. Both doing the teasing and being teased.
“How do you want it?” Draco murmured, nipping at Harry’s collarbone just hard enough for him to hiss in pleasure. “I’m afraid you being on your back isn’t an option anymore,” he looked up, pouting slightly before chuckling as Harry bit his bottom lip.
“Not if we want both of us to be comfortable for it,” he smirked, then sobered up instantly. “I want to ride you, if that’s okay?”
“If that’s okay,” Draco moaned. “Have you ever known me to decline that?”
Harry grinned. “No, I only recall you writing sonnets about my thighs afterwards.”
“Shut up,” Draco grumbled, pressing another kiss to Harry's lips before letting go and moving towards the bed. Harry followed without needing to be prompted, kneeling at the foot of the bed while he waited for Draco to get comfortable. Once he was on his back with a pillow under his shoulders, Draco smiled up at Harry with that look. It always made Harry flush, both because he felt admired and because it made the want flare up in his body.
“Come on then,” he said, reaching out for Harry’s hand.
Harry grabbed it and shuffled closer, straddling Draco’s hips before bending over as far as he could to resume the snogging. He moaned and couldn’t help moving his hips when he felt Draco’s magic wash over him. Before he got pregnant, Harry had always loved being fingered open, slowly and thoroughly, but now, he needed it when he needed it and he didn’t have the patience for it. Luckily Draco was very skilled at lube and prep spells. He sighed as he felt the warm lube trickle past his relaxed rim and gently pulled at Draco’s bottom lip with his teeth.
“Sit up,” Draco coaxed him, grabbing his cock while he waited for Harry to rise onto his knees again, lining up before he allowed his husband to sink down.
“Oh fuck,” Harry breathed. “Fuck, so good, Draco. Always so good.”
Under him, Draco nodded furiously as he bit his lip and Harry felt a surge of pride knowing that he was doing this to him. That he caused Draco Malfoy to almost lose it simply by letting him fuck him.
Harry gave him a moment to adjust, and once he felt how Draco’s thighs relaxed under him, he pushed himself up, hands propped up on Draco’s chest. He moaned as he felt Draco slide out off him, almost to the tip, and then slowly lowered himself again. He set a slow rhythm for them, enjoying the deep penetration when Draco pushed up his hips every time Harry bottomed out. He hit the exact right spot and going slow was the only possible way not to come in fifteen seconds flat.
Harry was quite fit from teaching defence and thus duelling pretty much every day, and his thighs were still thick and strong from playing the teacher’s quidditch league (that Draco made him quit the day they found out he was pregnant). Still, after a while his thighs started shaking and he had to cease his movements, instead opting to stay seated and simply move his hips in slight figure eight movements. He could hardly keep his eyes open with the pleasure he was experiencing, and Draco wasn’t doing much better either. Their jaws permanently dropped as they watched each other, occasionally leaning in for a kiss that was more harsh breathing and a clashing of teeth. Harry could feel his orgasm building, knowing it wasn’t far off, but he was also tired. Groaning in frustration, he upped his tempo and let one hand wander to his dick, squeezing it in hopes of getting there faster.
“Shhhh, let me,” Draco shushed, replacing Harry’s hand with his own while the other took a tighter hold of his hip. “I’ve got you.”
And Draco had him.
He folded his legs so his feet could find leverage on the mattress and started fucking up into Harry while his hand twisted and squeezed his dick in just the right way.
“Close!” Harry brought out. Completely unnecessary because Draco knew his signs as well as he did. He slipped his hands into his hair, fingers weaving between the sweaty strands as he pushed them out of his face.
Draco just nodded and doubled his effort, chasing his own orgasm as well, having learnt that Harry didn’t like the overstimulation of being fucked after reaching his own climax now that he was pregnant. “Me too,” he panted, pulling Harry down by the neck while he sat up as much as he could to draw Harry into a filthy, hot kiss.
“Ah! Draco!” Harry whined, letting out a sob because he was so so so close but not there yet and he was ecstatic and frustrated at the same time.
“I’ve got you, babe,” Draco muttered, twisting his hand just so and that was that.
On a long, loud moan, Harry came, his muscles spasming as he collapsed on top of Draco, clenching down hard enough around him that Draco came too. His come smeared out on their moist skin between them, another spurt trickling out of his head when he felt Draco’s come fill him up.
“Fuck, I love you,” he muttered. He knew he’d best get up if he wanted to spare himself from more backpain, but right then, he felt no need to move away from Draco, happy with being slumped over on top of him.
“Love you too, darling,” Draco replied softly, kissing his hair and letting his hands softly stroke Harry’s back. “Let’s get you more comfortable, yeah?” Gently, he helped Harry up and put a pillow under his stomach as he fell down on his side next to Draco, his eyes already hooded with sleep.
“I’ll clean us up, go to sleep,” Draco told him with a soft smile. “I know you’re exhausted, especially after this.”
Draco reached for his wand, but by the time his magic swooped over him, Harry was almost asleep and didn’t react in any other way than with a lopsided smile.
Thirtheen months later
“Professor Potter, could you show me how to put up a shield again?”
Harry was teaching his fourth years basic defence before he took them outside for a practical class in the Forest, but for the first time in years he really wanted to be somewhere else. Alina had been fussy when he’d left her with Draco after lunch, and while he of course knew he was her father as well and was perfectly capable of taking care of their daughter, he still worried. He knew better than to ask Draco if he was doing alright though. He’d done that the first couple of times Draco was alone with her and his Stag Patronus had come back accompanied by Draco’s Emperor Penguin that told him to shove it. In front of his N.E.W.T. class. Not his finest moment.
So now he just tried to suck it up and wait until he saw them again to confirm they were both alive and well. He managed most of the time.
Besides, he knew Draco would join him for his next class. They were fifth years and Theo had been teaching them about the Second War that morning, so they were bound to ask questions. They always did. For about four days, Harry changed from their boring defence professor into a War Hero and that was about the extent that Harry could handle. He’d also learned that it was completely useless to try and teach them anything so he’d just sit down and answer their questions about the War and disprove some of their assumptions. “No, Professor Malfoy didn’t kill Albus Dumbledore. But he’s here with us, why don’t we let him tell his side of the story?” It kept surprising him how many untruthful stories still went around about the war.
Finally his class of fourth years was finished and he sent them off with an assignment for eight inches on the necessary qualities of a good shield charm.
By the time his class trickled outside, he could tell Draco and Alina were waiting outside for him before he even heard or saw them. All of his students started cooing at the little girl as she sat in the baby carrier on Draco’s chest, giggling when she babbled some non existing words back at them.
Harry walked outside, leaning against the doorjamb as he watched the show. As usual, Draco was completely oblivious of the moon-eyed adolescents surrounding him. He always argued they were simply looking at Alina because she undoubtedly was the cutest kid ever seen within Hogwarts’ walls. Harry couldn’t argue about that. She was smart, extraordinarily cute and absurdly pretty. Her skin tone was somewhere in the middle of theirs, while her eyes were the same vibrant green of Harry’s and her hair was only slightly darker than Draco’s, curling at the tips. Still, he was very aware of how the fourth years still swooned over Draco, even more when he was holding their baby. Again, he couldn’t blame them. His husband was terribly hot and the baby only added to it. It also helped that Draco still had eyes for no one but him.
“Da-da!” Alina babbled, holding a hand out for Harry to grab as he finally approached the group of students with his husband in the middle.
“Hi, baby,” he smiled, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. “Guys,” he turned to the group of students that only seemed to notice then that he was there too. “I think Professor Longbottom is waiting for you in Greenhouse four. I’ve heard rumours about the Mimbulus Mimbletonia being ready for harvesting by any students who are late to his class.”
At that, their eyes widened and they all scattered, hurrying towards the entrance hall to avoid Neville’s wrath. Not that that was actually a thing, but it helped to remind them of the possibility every now and then.
“Is she alright?” He asked Draco, smiling gently when the other man nodded.
“Yup. She slept for three hours straight, think she’s still recovering from those bad nights when she was teething.”
“Ah yeah, she might,” Harry mused. He absentmindedly pointed his wand inside his room and conjured a large playpen, filling it up with her favourite toys. “You ready for this?”
Draco shrugged. “Gets easier every year, honestly. Especially since they all know first hand that the saviour has forgiven me,” he smirked.
“You’re insufferable,” Harry told him, but his eyes were swimming with mirth.
“I know,” Draco replied, leaning in for a quick kiss. “And yet, you love me.”
“That I do.”