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Unexpected - Chapter 21: Demanding
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: 21/40
Chapter Title: Demanding
Words: 2680 Words



Oberon sat up high on a shelf right under one of the small windows at the top of the basement. Draco never knew how the cat actually got up there, but it was where Oberon usually preferred to watch from when Draco was making potions.

Blood-Replenishing Potion wasn't the trickiest potion Draco made for St Mungo's but it was one of the more time consuming ones. And he usually made it in large batches rather than have to go through the procedure more often. The cauldron simmered while he ticked off the time, watching to make sure he doused the flames precisely when it went from yellow to green.

Harry was upstairs and, really, he was bored out of his mind. He had cleaned that day, mostly their room and the room next to theirs. Usually they put their extra things in there, but now it was going to be the baby's room. Once the room was cleared out, he figured he should take a nap, because that's probably what Draco would have told him to do. But he was feeling worked up, too awake for that. He also felt the need to find Draco.

Harry made his way down to the basement, knowing that Draco was hard at work, but he could always use a little break. "Draco?" he called out as he walked down the steps.

"Yes?" Draco answered a bit distractedly, wand at the ready as he watched the potion.

"I finished cleaning," Harry said, finally stepping off the last step.

"Mmhmm," Draco responded. It looked close, but still too yellow.

"But I'm not tired," Harry said, stepping up behind him and sliding his arms around Draco's waist.

It was a testament to the power Harry had over him that Draco's body immediately responded, a pleasurable shiver running down his spine at his lover's touch. "Just a minute," he said, still trying to focus.

"A minute is too long," Harry mumbled, nuzzling Draco's shoulder.

Draco gasped, arching back instinctively and feeling the hard swell of Harry's belly against the small of his back. He could tell by the tone in his lover's voice that the man's cock would be hard as well. The blond's grip on his wand tightened and he was mentally arguing with himself as to whether yellow-green was green enough.

"Come on," Harry whispered, his arms tightening as he tried to take a step back. "You can come back to that."

Draco groaned. He couldn't resist anything Harry wanted. He cast an extinguishing spell on the flames. Oberon actually meowed from his perch as if chastising him for being foolish. Draco huffed and his hands came up to cover Harry's. "You're in a mood," he teased.

"I guess I am," Harry said, leaning up to kiss along his neck. "Come on ... you know I hate waiting."

"Yes," Draco agreed, arousal erasing any annoyance he had about the potion. "Going to bend me over the bench?" he teased.

"If I have to," Harry replied, his arms tightening.

Draco decided that the mood swings were worth moments like this. He grinned back over his shoulder. "However you want it, Harry."

"Bend over," Harry said finally, taking a step back so that he could move.

Placing his wand on the surface of the work bench, Draco leant forward, gripping the edge, and waited. "As you wish."

"Your trousers are still on." Harry grinned and reached to push his own jeans down and off, after pulling out his wand.

"You didn't tell me to take them off," Draco quipped, wriggling his arse a bit.

"Now I am," Harry answered, smirking as he cast a few spells, spreading lube over his erection.

Draco stood again, quickly unfastening the trousers and shoving them with his shorts down his legs. He had to bend over then to pull his shoes off to remove the cloth.

It was strange not being able to look straight down now and see everything. Harry’s stomach was rounder than before, and he had to really bend forward now to get a good look. He shook his head and looked up at Draco, moving closer and sliding his fingers down and in between his lover’s cheeks, rubbing at Draco’s entrance.

Draco quickly resumed the position, holding on to the workbench and spreading his legs as his lover caressed him. "Yesss!"

"Want you so badly," Harry whispered as he slid two fingers inside of Draco.

Draco's legs trembled, his body opening to his lover's touch and his own cock twitching eagerly. "I am yours.”

"Mine," Harry whispered, preparing him as quickly as he could. "Think you're ready?"

"For your beautiful cock?" Draco teased, looking over his shoulder again and glancing down at where his lover's shaft jutted out just below his belly. "Definitely."

Harry blushed when he said that, having kept his shirt on for a reason. He knew he would start getting bigger, and while he was looking forward to it, he knew he'd have to work to get used to it. He pulled his shirt down a little more and stepped closer, positioning himself as one hand slid around Draco's hip.

Draco bent his knees a little, making sure he was at the right height for his shorter lover. "Yes, more," he encouraged when he felt the crown pressing against his opening.

Harry smiled and slowly pressed himself inside, gripping Draco’s hip. He didn't stop until he was completely inside of his lover, groaning softly.

Draco's eyes fluttered closed, fingers tightening on the edge of the table as he felt Harry's cock filling him. His own was actually dripping pre-come now, bobbing excitedly as he panted.

Harry waited just a moment before he started to move, building up a rhythm easily. "Oh, Draco," he whispered, his eyes closed.

"Yes, Harry, so good," Draco responded, his own backward movements matching his lover's pace, arching into Harry's thrusts.

Harry bit his lip as he moved faster, gripping Draco's hips more tightly. "Touch yourself," he whispered, wanting to do it for him, but he couldn't bend over enough for it.

Draco's wand rolled a bit and the phials on the workbench rattled with Harry's thrusts. He braced himself with one hand and reached to wrap his fingers around his own shaft. "Yes, harder."

Harry started to thrust as hard as he could. "Close?" he asked Draco breathlessly, sliding his hand down Draco's smooth back.

"Y-yess," Draco managed, gasping as Harry's cock found that perfect angle and sent sparks up his spine. Draco squeezed and pulled on his cock, feeling the first drop of come spurting from it.

Harry felt Draco’s body clench and that alone sent him over the edge, his back arching as he came with a groan.

Come splattered on the lab floor and Draco moaned again, shuddering. "Oh, Harry, yes," he gasped.

Harry's body slowed its thrusts before finally stopping. He sighed and leant over Draco, not pulling out just yet. "Love you," he murmured.

Draco turned his head so he could kiss his lover. "Impatient, horny and pregnant," he laughed. "You amaze me and I love you."

"You know you can always just make more potions," Harry mumbled, smiling as he finally pulled out.

Draco shuddered again, feeling the trickle of Harry's come as his lover moved. He turned and wrapped his arms around Harry and pulled him against his own body. "Yes, I can. Nothing is as important as being with you."

Harry grinned and kissed his lips, sliding his fingers through Draco's hair. "Well, I suppose you can get back to work now."

"Maybe I should take you to bed instead," Draco whispered, kissing along his lover's jaw.

"You want more?" Harry asked, tilting his head a little.

"Oh, I wouldn't turn you down," Draco admitted, "but what I really want is to hold you."

"That's fine with me, too," Harry told him.

***

At six months pregnant, Harry was a mixture of cranky, annoyed, uncomfortable and exhausted. He tired easily and slept a lot, which frustrated him, but then he was bored when Draco made him stay in bed to rest, which made him tired all over again. And on top of all of that, he was huge. He couldn't stand for very long without his back hurting, and he could no longer see his feet because his stomach was blocking his view. He loved that he was having a baby, and he knew that this was all a part of it, but Harry didn't know how much longer he could take this.

That night it took Harry at least an hour to get comfortable, turning this way and that way before he finally settled down on his side, sighing and curving an arm around his stomach. Draco had moved up behind him and then both had fallen asleep.

Harry wasn't sure how long it was, but he woke up again, his stomach grumbling. He was hungry. He shifted to turn around in Draco's arms, nudging him a few times. "Draco? Draco, wake up."

Draco was bloody tired. He had been getting up early every day to help Harry with the animals. Harry could no longer really bend over or lift things, so Draco had had to take on a lot more of the chores. Even magic was a strain on Harry’s energy. Draco found that trying to keep up with a pregnant lover and his menagerie was exhausting. "Mmm?" was all he managed to reply.

"I'm hungry," Harry told him, frowning when his lover didn't open his eyes. "Draco!"

"What?" Draco snapped, groaning as he flopped onto his back.

"I said I'm hungry!" Harry repeated, pouting at him as he rubbed at his belly. His skin had started to itch, and he had to stop himself from scratching it.

"What time is it?" Draco grumbled, blinking as he realised it was still dark.

"I dunno. Can you get me something?" Harry asked. He knew it was in the middle of night as well, but he couldn't help it!

Draco groaned. That was another symptom. Harry always seemed hungry. He was eating more than twice what he normally did and at all hours. "What now?"

"I want a hot dog ... and a hamburger. Uhm, well, maybe just the hamburger for now," Harry told him, having a craving for both. "Or maybe both ...."

Draco pulled a pillow over his head and growled into it. They had none of those things in the house.

"Don't ignore me!" Harry huffed, reaching to tug at the pillow.

"I'm not ignoring you," Draco complained, though he didn't know if Harry understood his words through the pillow.

"You are ... Draco, don't do that," Harry mumbled, pouting again.

Draco shoved the pillow away. "How about I make you some sausages and eggs?"

"But I don't want sausages and eggs," Harry said, making a face. "I want what I said I wanted!"

Harry was whining like a five year old, which made Draco question if parenting, let alone the process of getting the kid, was such a good idea. "We don't have those things here," he complained, sitting up now and rubbing his face with his palms.

"Then get them for me?" Harry asked, scratching at his belly now as he moved closer. "Please, baby?"

"Baby?" Draco asked, arching his eyebrow. He shook his head and sighed, laying his hand on top of Harry's. "That's a baby. I am your long suffering boyfriend."

"Are you going to get it for me then?" Harry asked, moving his hand and scratching at another area.

"I've never even had those foods," Draco pointed out. "Where do I get stuff like that?"

"At a restaurant or something ..." Harry mumbled, realising he hadn't had food like that in a while either. "Just find somewhere! I want it!"

"Calm down, love," Draco assured him, petting his hair. Sometimes Harry got obsessive about things; getting stuck in certain thoughts, unable to move on until it was resolved. Draco realised that was true even back in school, but damage during the war and now the pregnancy seemed to heighten it. Draco took a deep breath and tried to think through how to head off a potential episode if Harry got too upset. "If you are hungry, can I get you something here and then find out from Hermione in the morning where to get the hamburger?"

"Why can't you get it now?" Harry asked, biting his lip.

Draco kissed the place where Harry was biting his lip. "I don't want to wake Hermione in the night. I promise that if you wait just until morning, I will get you anything you want."

Harry didn't look happy, but he nodded slightly, sighing. "I can't sleep now."

Draco nodded, sliding out of bed and getting their dressing gowns. He put his on and then helped Harry into his own. "Let's go down to the kitchen and I will fix you anything in it."

Harry nodded again, the pout still on his lips as he made his way downstairs with Draco's help, waddling a little.

Draco settled his lover at the table, starting tea. It was four in the morning. "So sausages or something else?" he asked, looking in the ice box.

"Do we have any peanut butter?" Harry asked.

"With sausages or instead?" Draco asked, almost afraid of the answer.

"With, please," Harry answered, thinking that would have to do for now. He reached to pick up Puck when the cat rubbed against his legs, setting him down on the table since he couldn't put him in his lap anymore.

Draco grimaced and looked around in the pantry until he found the peanut butter, setting it on the table and scowling at the cat. He hated animals on the table. Then he pulled out a pan and began frying sausages.

Harry didn't care, petting Puck as he reached to open the jar and stick his finger in it, getting a good bit on it and then putting it in his mouth.

Draco shook his head and then handed Harry a spoon. The dogs seemed to have realised they were up and came in a minute later, shaking the table as they rubbed against Harry's legs.

Harry lifted his feet the best he could and used them to pet them both, using the spoon to get another good bit of peanut butter. It was great. Now, all he needed were the sausages.

The sausages sizzled away and Severus burst in from the other room. "Bitches tits!" the Jarvey greeted them.

Harry glanced at him, pulling the spoon out of his mouth. "Wonder what we'll do about that when the baby is born," he murmured thoughtfully.

The idea of their child repeating Severus' greetings was disturbing, but Draco knew better than to suggest getting rid of the Jarvey. "Where does he come up with those things?" he wondered aloud and then slid the meat onto a plate. He pushed Puck off the table before setting it down in front of Harry.

"I don't even know," Harry said as he cut up the sausage and then got another spoonful of peanut butter to put on his plate. "But I really don't want my baby learning that language."

Draco poured food for the dogs, cats and the Jarvey. They ran over to eat it and he got out of the way before he was knocked over in the stampede. He actually liked Severus, if not his language, so he wasn't sure what to say to that.

"We'll just have to wait and see," Harry said, sighing as he continued to eat, holding out a piece of peanut butter covered sausage. "Want some?"

Draco shook his head and picked up his own tea. "I'll make myself some breakfast later," he told his lover.

Harry nodded and continued eating, stopping after a while and sitting back, feeling thirsty and picking up his own tea. "Thanks, Draco."

[Draco isn't gonna get much sleep!]

Chapter 22

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