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Unexpected - Chapter 10: Lily
Title: Unexpected
Authors: slashpervert and aveeno_baby.

Betas: brknhalo241, asm614, Mini Mouse, and Indie.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: ADULT!
Genre: Fluff, Smut, Hurt/Comfort
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Length: 94,000 words (40 Chapters)
Warnings (Mark to Read): Language, Explicit, M/M Sex, Masturbation, Oral, Rimming, Anal, Mpreg, and mental health issues such as anxiety attacks. (Characters in this fiction are over 18.)

Summary: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have lived together for four years in their country house surrounded by a magical menagerie of unwanted animals Harry rescues. Yet, Harry wants more. He dreams of a family that includes children.

Notes: Post-war, AU after HBP, not DH compliant. Sequel to Undesirable, though can be read separately. Whereas, Undesirable was very dark, this one is very fluffy with some angst. Thanks to corvusdea for help with Latin for spells. Icon adapted by slashpervert from Passion by dirty_darella.
Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial work of fan fiction intended for adult audiences only. No copyright infringement intended. (Full Disclaimer!)

Chapter Number/Total: 10/40
Chapter Title: Lily
Words: 3368 Words



It was Sunday morning and it hadn't started off as Draco usually liked. Meaning, they hadn't made love while the light slowly filled their bedroom. Harry hadn't yet returned with his breakfast when Puck decided to literally pounce on Draco's face and bite his ear. In the three days since they had brought the cat home, Draco had become convinced that there was something seriously wrong with the kitten. Maybe it was some kind of dark magical creature that just pretended to be a kitten. His suspicions furthered when he went to put his shoes on and found one of them stank of cat piss. "Har-ry!"

"What!" Harry answered as he walked upstairs with their tray of food, knowing that he was behind today, since he had even more things to do now before breakfast. He walked into their bedroom and set the tray down, glancing over at Draco. "What's wrong?”

Draco was sitting on the side of the bed, holding the befouled shoe and sneering. He held it out to Harry. "This!"

Harry stared at it and then walked over, taking it from him. "Oh ... ew," he murmured when he smelled it, pulling his wand out to clean it. "I'm sorry. He's not taking the litter training very well."

"Italian leather," Draco explained, stripping off the soiled sock as well, "and silk socks." He tossed the ruined cloth away from himself and cast a Cleaning Charm on his own foot. He had expensive taste in clothing, especially for a man who rarely saw anyone other than his lover. "Where is that little bugger?" he hissed.

"You're so prissy," Harry murmured as he set the shoe down and got down on his knees to look under the bed for Puck. "There he is."

"That thing has it in for me," Draco accused, tossing the second shoe at the wall. He had learnt from personal experience that animal urine never came out of good leather.

"He's just a kitten," Harry told him as he reached for Puck.

Draco glared at the ginger creature. And, really, orange was not a good colour. Of course, given Harry's friends, Draco knew better than to say that aloud. Instead, he pulled his feet back up on the bed and sat cross-legged, pulling the breakfast tray toward him. "I was coming to look for you."

"Sorry, I had to clean up the kitchen and the dining room for lunch later," Harry replied as he sat up with the kitten in his lap. He pointed at Draco's shoe and then gently tapped the kitten on his head. "That's bad, don't do it again."

Draco snorted and reached for his tea. He considered whether or not Harry would let him lock the creature in the spare bathroom. At least the snake had finished shedding, again, so they had their own bathroom back.

"I dunno how else to teach him," Harry murmured, sighing as he set Puck down on the floor so he could get up and sit on the bed to eat.

"Maybe Granger would like a kitten," Draco suggested. "Didn't she have an orange cat?"

"I'm not giving him up," Harry said firmly, shaking his head as he tucked into his own plate of food.

Draco nodded, sighing at the inevitability of that. He ate his eggs and sausages, contemplating the impending visit. Of course, she wasn't Granger now. It was Granger-Weasley. Ron had convinced the witch to marry him and they already had two ginger-headed spawn. "I wasn't saying you had to give him up," Draco placated, setting the tray with the dishes aside and turning to his lover.

"I know, but you were asking if Hermione wanted a kitten, so ... what am I supposed to think?" Harry asked, pouting a little as he drank the rest of his coffee and resting his head back against their headboard.

Draco conceded the point with a nod, crawling up the bed to hover over his lover. He licked those pouting lips. "You can think I don't like my shoes pissed in," he whispered. "But you know I won't take any of your pets away from you."

"I know. Thank you for that," Harry murmured. "You put up with so much for me."

Draco answered with a kiss, tongue trailing over and then sliding between Harry's lips and one hand coming up to cup the back of his lover's head. Harry smiled against his lips, his hands moving up to cup Draco's cheeks. Draco now regretted having got dressed, wanting his Sunday morning fun. He slid his hand up under the loose pyjama top Harry was wearing.

Sometimes Harry just enjoyed snogging Draco like this; it was simple and he enjoyed it just as much as he enjoyed shagging.

For his part, kissing was fantastic but Draco would have liked more. Only the idea of being interrupted by Ron and Hermione kept him in check. He held and kissed and let himself enjoy the quiet. Quiet was not something to be taken for granted in a house full of so many animals.

Harry hummed softly against his lips, running his hands through Draco's hair a few times. "Love you so much," he said, feeling as though he needed to say it a million times.

Draco lifted his head enough to stare into those amazing green eyes. He could remember when he never thought Harry would return his feelings. "I love you more than anything or anyone," he whispered, fingers sliding from Harry's hair to trace along his slightly stubbled jaw.

Harry still blushed when he heard that. "Draco," he whispered softly, brushing his fingers over the man's cheek.

"Cat piss or no, I want to wake up every day of my life with you," Draco assured him, kissing his hand.

"Every day for the rest of my life," Harry whispered, knowing Draco knew this.

The blankets slid a bit and Draco could hear ripping fabric as Puck clawed his way up them to the bed and then bounded up to Harry.

Harry blinked and gasped when Puck jumped onto his chest. "Wanted to be involved, huh?" he asked, petting the kitten. Puck purred so loud it vibrated Harry's chest.

Draco sighed. "I'd better go start on the food for our guests."

"And I should get dressed," Harry said, but he didn't move just yet.

"You have time yet, if you want to catch a shower or just rest," Draco assured him, finding clean socks and a different pair of shoes.

"Yeah, I think I'll do both," Harry said with a nod, curling up with Puck for now.

Draco leant over, kissing his forehead before heading downstairs.

***

Draco was making gravy to go with the roast and vegetables, stirring while it thickened. Oberon was yowling complaints about not being given a share and Harry was setting the table in the dining room, when he heard the whoosh from the other room that let him know their guests had arrived. If he hadn't been sure, Severus running through the kitchen and out the back door, swearing as he went, would have alerted him. Severus had had his fur yanked a few times by Brian, Hermione and Ron's two-year-old son.

"Sev-rus!" Brian squealed as he ran after him.

Harry stopped him before he could get very far, picking the boy up and kissing his cheek. "Hey there, buddy," he said, grinning at him. "Where are your parents?"

"We're here," Ron answered, he and Hermione suddenly standing in the doorway. "We just can't seem to keep up with him. Hi, mate."

"Hey, Ron," Harry said with a grin. "How's everything going?"

Ron moved in and aside, making room for Hermione, who was cradling Catherine in her arms. "Oh, Hermione's cranky 'cause the baby won’t sleep and that one does nothing but run and get into trouble. Everything's perfect."

Draco snorted but waved 'hello,' turning off the flames under the pot.

Harry laughed softly, setting Brian down so that he could greet Hermione when she came through. Draco pulled out a chair for her, while Ron helped her sit down. Brian ran back into the front room, apparently in search of the dogs. Leaning over to kiss Hermione on the cheek, Harry then kissed Catherine’s forehead. She was so lucky to have a family like this. "I'll ask you directly how you're doing," he said to Hermione.

"Well, glad to know someone talks to me still," she teased and patted his arm affectionately. "I suppose I’m doing fine for having just had a baby. So far, this little one doesn’t sleep as long as her brother did. And he seems jealous of the attention she gets."

Said child came running back in and yanked on Harry's shirt, looking up imploringly. "Doggies?"

Draco used his wand to cast a spell that lifted the roasting pan out of the oven on to the top of the cooker. "They're probably out chasing squirrels in the back."

"You're doing wonderfully," Harry told Hermione, before he glanced over at Brian again. "Yeah, you can see the doggies after lunch, okay? Promise."

Brian scrunched up his face preparatory to probably one of his tantrums. "Do it and no playing with the dogs," Ron warned. The child sat down on the floor and pouted.

Harry smiled and patted the boy's head before he went to help Draco bring the food into the dining room. Once the food was set out, Draco pulled his wand and Transfigured one of the regular chairs into a high chair for Brian and then turned another one into a little cot for Catherine. Ron picked up the boy and put him in the chair, while Hermione got the baby settled. Draco carved the roast while Harry got everyone something to drink. Finally, they were all settled and ready to eat.

"So, Ron, how's work?" Harry asked as he started to eat, humming softly when he tasted the food. He loved Draco’s cooking.

Ron exchanged glances with Hermione, who nodded encouragingly. "Well, Hermione and I have decided this is my last year as a player. I have applied for a coaching position."

"Oh? You'd make a great coach," Harry said with a nod, liking that idea.

Ron outlined his plan for coaching. The first position would actually be an assistant coach but he was confident that it would work into more when the head coach retired.

Catherine started to cry and Hermione sighed, picking up the infant to rock her. "She always seems more demanding whenever I try to eat," she complained.

Draco was quiet, eating and listening and occasionally wincing when Brian dropped food on the floor.

Harry listened as they ate, finding that he was looking in between Hermione and Catherine with longing. He really wanted that – a family – and it was still painful. That he and Draco couldn’t have a baby like his other friends was Harry’s only real regret these days.

Draco was always attuned to Harry's needs, his desires – every look or move of the man. He wished he could give Harry what he wanted. He reached out and patted Harry's hand.

The touch snapped Harry out of his daydream, as he turned to smile a little at Draco before going back to eating his food.

"So what have you two been up to?" Hermione asked.

"The usual," Harry started. "Got another kitten a few days ago."

"Another animal? What's wrong with this one?" Ron asked tactlessly and looked to Draco like he thought he expected an objection. There was a movement under the table and Ron winced, probably from being kicked in the shin by his wife.

Draco rolled his eyes. He was glad Hermione kept Ron in line or he might have to hurt him.

"No, actually this one is just fine. He just needs a bit more training," Harry said with a laugh.

"Kitty!" Brian said suddenly, bouncing up and down in his seat and clapping his hands together. "Kitty, kitty, wanna see!"

Hermione looked to Harry and when he nodded, turned to Brian and murmured, "After lunch."

Draco was just about to ask if they wanted to go to the front room for tea and dessert when he heard the barking. A minute later, Snuffles and Wags burst through the pet door and then into the dining room, enthusiastically greeting them. Brian started squealing louder, twisting and jumping in his high chair to try and get out.

"Sit, you two," Harry said, not wanting them to jump into anyone's lap like the last time.

Both ‘dogs’ sat but began barking. After a moment, Wags couldn't contain himself and began hopping up and down.

"Want to move into the front room for dessert?" Harry asked Hermione and Ron.

Draco eyed the animals. "You go ahead. I am going to find out what has the animals worked up."

Harry nodded and stood up, picking up his plate and then everyone else’s to take them to the kitchen.

Draco made sure he had his wand hand in his pocket, just in case, as he opened the back door and looked outside. Both dogs bolted back out the door, barking and he followed them a bit cautiously.

Hermione frowned after him and nodded to Ron. The ginger-haired man stood up and moved into the kitchen too. "I could use a bit of air," he said as if to justify his following Draco out the back door.

Harry frowned as well and went to help Hermione with the kids. "Wonder what's going on," he said, turning to pick Brian up out of his chair. The two-year old wriggled, trying to get out of his grip and follow the men out the back. "Do you want to go out and see?" Harry asked Hermione, not wanting to put Brian down because he knew where he'd run.

"Give them a minute to find out what it is," Hermione cautioned, patting Catherine. Harry knew that all of his friends were protective of him, never wanting him to risk himself again. He had destroyed Voldemort, he was reminded, and he didn't need to be the hero anymore. Hermione patted his arm and held on, seeming both to comfort him and to make sure that he didn't go after the other two men.

Harry frowned a little, but nodded, watching the door as he waited for them to come back inside. He hated waiting and not knowing what was happening. The dogs seemed quieter and the minutes stretched long before he heard the sound of someone returning. Ron poked his head in the door.

"Nothing to worry about, but Draco says that Harry seems to have a visitor. Come on," Ron encouraged.

"What?" Harry asked, looking confused as he set Brian down in front of Hermione.

Ron opened the door and scooped up his son. "Go see," he told Harry.

Harry nodded and walked out into their backyard, looking around for Draco first. That's when he saw it. Draco was standing beside a horse – a beautiful, dark brown animal taller than the blond man. "Oh, wow," Harry whispered, standing there and watching it for a long moment before he slowly stepped forward.

"Horsey!" Brian yelled from his father's arms.

Draco looked back at Harry, a wry smile on his face and beckoned his lover forward.

Harry continued forward until he was directly in front of the horse, blinking as if he wanted to make sure that it was really there. "Where did it come from?" he asked, hesitantly reaching up.

"She just showed up, as far as I can tell," Draco said and the horse bent her head so that Harry could better reach.

Harry smiled and moved his hand up further, running his fingers through her mane. "She's beautiful," he whispered and the horse nuzzled Harry's face.

"I checked, she doesn't appear unusual," Draco said. "Just a very nice looking horse. I wonder if she belongs to one of the farms and has wandered off."

"I'm keeping her," Harry said softly, his green eyes showing a flash of stubbornness that contradicted the quiet tone of voice.

Draco exchanged a look with Hermione, in which he rolled his eyes and she shrugged. "Let me make sure she hasn’t run off from a local farm before you get too attached. Horses aren't like dogs. They don't tend to get put out by the side of the road."

"She likes me already," Harry said. He ran one hand over the horse's mane with ease and familiarity; everyone could see that Harry had claimed the horse as his own and already loved the animal that had wandered into his life.

"All animals like you, Harry," Draco said, amusement and affection in his tone.

"Yeah, well, she's mine," Harry said with a grin, using both of his hands to pet her now.

"Harry," Hermione began in that voice that told him a lecture was to follow, "horses require a lot of work and special knowledge to care for."

"I'll read about it. You could find some books for me," Harry answered easily.

"And expense," she added but nodded. "Will you actually read the books?"

"I will, promise," Harry said, glancing back at her.

"Well, let me go check the barn. It hasn't been used in years but I can probably clean up a stall," Draco said, sighing. Cleaning old, vermin infested barns out was not his idea of after dinner entertainment.

"Thank you, Draco," Harry said happily. "I never rode a horse before ... but I wanna try."

"It might be dangerous," Draco warned, "and we don't have a saddle or any of the equipment."

"I know, I know," Harry murmured. "You'll be careful with me, right?" He was talking to the horse as if she knew what he was saying, but that was nothing new for Harry when it came to his animals.

Draco trudged off to the barn, while Ron and Hermione came closer, admiring the horse.

"Do you want to pet her?" Harry asked Brian when he was close enough.

"Ride horsey!" Brian shouted, reaching.

"No, not now," Ron admonished, keeping a firm hold on the boy. "Just pet gently."

"Yeah, don't pull her hair," Harry said, walking down along her body. "You'll need a name."

Ron brought the boy closer and held Brian's hand to help him pet the neck of the horse. The horse turned her head to look but then watched Harry.

"You're so beautiful, so you need a good name," Harry murmured, looking back at the horse when she turned her head. "Maybe Lily."

"That's ... beautiful," Hermione said, smiling softly at him, patting Catherine’s back.

Harry smiled back and nodded. "That's your name then," he said quietly, moving back up so he was talking directly to the horse. She pressed the side of her face against Harry, seeming to accept this.

Draco came back then, standing for a moment and watching the touching but odd tableau of his lover and the horse. "I think I got it sorted out enough for tonight." There was straw sticking out of his blond hair and Ron laughed.

"Her name's Lily," Harry told Draco, his face still pressed against the side of Lily’s face.

"Oh," Draco said, getting a sinking feeling that he would not find a local farmer who had lost a horse. Harry had a way of "attracting" things. "Well, let's get her settled and then have our dessert, all right?"

"All right," Harry murmured. "Do you want to eat out here?"

They had a wooden table with benches on the back terrace and Draco nodded. "We'll get the food and tea while you put the horse in the barn," Hermione said, volunteering Ron in the process.

"Okay," Harry agreed. He reached over to pull the straw out of Draco's hair first before he turned back to the horse. "Can't she stay out here for a bit?"

Draco shrugged. The horse followed Harry as he went to sit at the table. Draco and Ron went in to get things while Harry sat down, volunteering to hold Catherine for a while. Brian began chasing the dogs around the back yard.

[Harry’s pets are getting bigger.]

Chapter 11

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