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Draco jolted awake when he felt something press up behind him, felt warm hands brush up over his arms before descending over the heavy roundness of his pregnant stomach. The familiar groan behind him made him shiver and try to twist away— not that he could with the weight of his swelling belly keeping him in place.
“You are a week past your due date, Draco. I told you what we would have to do if that happened.”
Harry’s words were hushed, his fingers still stroking over Draco’s belly as he pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck. Draco cringed away from it, but all Harry did in reply was press up against him further, his growing erection pressing into Draco’s lower back.
“Don’t.”
Draco tried to hiss, but the word came out desperate and horse, his body trembling under the bold hands exploring his body. He didn’t want to be touched right now, didn’t want to be touched ever—especially by this man. By Harry.
Harry, the one who who had tracked him down after the war, somehow managing to find where Draco had hidden himself among the muggles, before Harry had then knocked him unconscious and stole him away into the night… only to chain him up like a dog inside the dark walls of Grimmauld Place.
Draco had thought Harry was going to kill him, or at the very least torture him— punish him for all his boyhood crimes against the great wizard who had defeated the Dark Lord… Draco soon found out that wasn’t to be the case.
On the very first night he had been kidnapped, Harry had taken him to his bedroom, stripped him of all his clothes and forced him to swallow a foul-tasting potion that glowed an unearthly pink and smelt of elderflower.
A heat potion.
Draco had never once let another soul know he was omega, not even his parents. He spent the entirety of his first heat alone and terrified. He was so young when it happened, he didn’t know what was happening to him… and when he finally realised what it was, he felt his whole world crumble.
No one could know, and Draco had made sure that when people looked at him, all they saw was an alpha.
And yet, somehow, Harry had known.
Harry didn’t fuck him until the potion had taken and he was writhing on the bed, dripping slick and begging for a knot. Harry gave him what he asked for, pressed kisses all over his heated skin as a lover would.
Harry stole his virginity that night… then, after it all, he sunk his teeth into the nape of his neck, and left him with a claiming bite that bonded them for life.
Harry had made him his mate.
The false heat Draco had been forced into lasted a long and harrowing week. Harry had dominated him, had sucked and kissed every inch of his skin as he knotted him every chance he could get. Draco was too lost to understand it, too heat-sick to comprehend much more than the ever-present need to be held down and fucked… but when he had finally started to come out of it, he realised what Harry had done.
The only time an alpha could impregnate an omega was during a heat.
Draco remembered waking up that first morning after it had finally passed, remembered fluttering his eyelids open to find Harry propped up on an elbow beside him, gazing down at Draco’s then flat stomach as he brushed tiny circles over Draco’s pale skin with his fingers.
“Your scent has changed.”
Harry had whispered, a growing smile on his lips before he pressed a soft kiss to Draco’s belly.
“Our pup grows inside of you.”
Draco had wept for days after that, unable to even set his eyes upon his own belly. He could scent it too, he was with child, Harry’s child.
The next few months had been hard. Harry acted as if they were lovers, as if Draco had any choice in the matter. He doted on him, fed him, bathed him. Harry spent most of his time admiring his belly as it grew, eyes lighting up at the very sight of Draco hobbling around with the growing weight.
Harry fucked him too, fucked him when Draco’s changing hormones with the pregnancy turned him into a panting mess. It seemed to happen every month or two, a surging of warmth similar to a heat that made his body tremble and his scent spike, made slick run down his thighs. Harry told him it was expected, told him it was a biological reaction to ensure that mates could bond during pregnancy.
Whatever it was, Draco hated it. It made him needy, made him want to be touched, want to be kissed… made him want to be fucked.
And now here he was, swollen belly so heavy and tight he felt like he was ready to pop at any minute. He wanted this whole nightmare over, wanted his body back, wanted this thing out of him.
“I read this position is best for the third trimester, the most comfortable for mama and baby.”
“Piss off.”
Draco spat, his jaw clenching when one of Harry’s hands slipped over to his ass and slowly tugged down his pyjama bottoms. He felt Harry’s cock after that, felt it nudge between his cheeks and graze over his hole.
“I love that you’re always wet… love how sweet you smell.”
Harry whispered, his hushed words soon shifting to an unintelligible groan as he thrust forward, burying the length of his cock inside of Draco’s hole, making Draco cry out at the feel of it stretching him wide.
“You’re going to be such a good mother.”
Harry grunted, snapping his hips forward and clutching Draco closer, one possessive hand on his belly.
“You’re so beautiful.
Harry fucked him as he cried, until Draco came all over the sheets and shuddered in his big arms. Harry finished not long after that, flooding his insides with a warmth that shouldn’t have felt so good, so right. He didn’t knot him though, hadn’t done so since his second trimester.
“So beautiful.”
He said again, his thick cock still buried inside of Draco as he held him close, nuzzling into his neck and kissing his healed bond scar.
Draco gasped when he felt something below, the sudden jolting pressure he had only experienced on a few rare occasions. Harry sat up, his eyes going wide at the feel of it too, both hands splaying eagerly across Draco’s belly.
“A kick! I felt a kick! Did you feel it? Oh… oh, Merlin, our pup’s a strong little thing, isn’t it?”
Draco closed his eyes, wincing when he felt it again. Another reminder of what his life was now.
Of what was to come.
“You’ll be happy, when you see our pup for the first time, trust me. It will just come naturally, there’s nothing to be worried about.”
Draco let out a shaky breath, trying to stamp down the budding anger that was rising up through his chest. It was worthless anyway, whenever Draco showed any sign of anger or upset, Harry would force him to drink some kind of calming potion that left him feeling dizzy and sedate. Harry said anger wasn’t good for the baby.
“Nothing to worry about.”
Harry repeated, circling his belly and kissing his neck.
Draco held back a sob as he trembled in Harry’s warm arms, stifling the rage burning within his gut.
Anger wasn’t good for the baby.