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Harry had been feeling off all day, hot and sticky, sweating through his oversized t-shirts as he chased Scorpius around the house, attempting to keep him from climbing the walls. It couldn’t be his heat; he wasn’t due for his next one for another week or two. He had taken blockers specifically so they could delay it during the week of Christmas since they were hosting the annual party this year.
Draco had been out of the house all day, wrapping presents at the Manor with their elder son, Sirius and his grandmother, Narcissa. Scorpius was still too young for the tradition, plus he had the innate ability to shred everything in his path, but that didn’t stop him from having a full-blown tantrum about being excluded. Harry was exhausted by the time he was able to get Scorpius down for his nap after chasing him throughout the entire house for most of the afternoon. The toddler finally passed out halfway under the Christmas tree that adorned the front parlour of Grimmauld Place, Harry having spotted his chubby little legs sticking out when he had run out of his favourite places to hide.
Harry hurried to take a cool shower while Scopius slept, hoping to get rid of the sticky sheen on his skin and bring his temperature down a bit before he had to start dinner. He had already prepped everything and was planning on starting the spells for cooking soon, but just as Harry got out of the shower, he heard a quiet giggle. He threw on the first thing he could find and sprinted down the hall to the sitting room, where he left Scorpius snoring away with Kreacher nearby to keep an eye on him. The house elf doted on their two sons as he had done when the first Sirius was a child, as unbelievable as that was.
Harry skidded around the corner, his panic subsiding in an instant as he spotted Scorpius safely wrapped in Molly Weasley’s arms.
“Oh, Harry! I’m sorry I came by so early, but I wanted to spend some time with the grandbabies before everyone else arrived. Where is Sirius?” Mrs Weasley turned her head to finally look at Harry, but she startled when she saw him.
“H! Harry! What are you wearing? I hope that’s not your Christmas outfit,” Molly let out an embarrassed giggle and turned to cover Scorpius’ eyes.
Harry looked down and let out a withering noise before spinning on his heels and bolting for the bedroom. Apparently, in his haste, he had grabbed the sheer gown Draco had bought for him for their last anniversary. Funnily enough, that's when Scorpius had been conceived.
“Sorry, Molly! I’m going to change, please watch–”
“Don’t worry, love, I’ve got him. Don’t I, silly boy?”
Harry smiled when he heard Scorpius screech in happiness as he entered his room again, his skin flushed in mortification. He considered taking another quick cold shower, but since Molly was already there, it meant that the rest of the Weasley clan weren’t far behind. Harry changed into his Christmas outfit before kneeling in front of the fireplace in his bedroom, quickly making a call to Draco about guests starting to arrive.
“Harry? Is everything ok?” Draco appeared in the grate, his tone worried.
Harry smiled at him. It took them a while to get here, both of them denying their secondary designation and the fact that they were fated mates, until it smacked them in the face at a Ministry gathering. The ensuing flight, fight, fuck had been the talk of the town for longer than Harry’s Saviour status. Especially considering it resulted in their first child, Sirius.
“Of course, love. You told me to call when the first guests arrived. Mrs Weasley is downstairs playing with Scorp, and if she’s here, the rest of the clan isn’t far behind.”
Draco sighed in relief. He had been worried about Harry’s heat approaching so soon, which is why they decided Harry would take a light dose of suppressants before Christmas. Plus, delaying it would give them a chance to sync Harry’s heat with Draco’s rut, almost guaranteeing the third (and final) child they both want.
“I’ll be there shortly. I may need to send Sirius ahead through the Floo, then I’ll Apparate with Mother. Seems she went a bit overboard with the presents this year, and I doubt they will fit through the fireplace.” Draco rolled his eyes in affectionate frustration, but this was a common thing by now. Narcissa always bought too many presents, and then they spent all day wrapping them every year.
“See you soon, Draco.” As soon as Harry severed the connection, he doubled over in pain. It wasn’t as severe as it usually was during his pre-heat, but it still hurt like a bitch. He wondered if the suppressants were a factor.
He stumbled over to the bathroom, hoping he had refilled his painkillers from last time. He found the bottle, but it only contained a few pills. Harry hoped they would be enough to get through today and tomorrow, then he could go to the chemist after the holiday was over. He filled the glass at the sink, then sipped at the remaining water once he had taken the painkillers, hoping to settle his rolling stomach.
He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before heading back out to the sitting room. Harry was delighted, but also a bit taken aback, by the sheer amount of redheads he found when he arrived. It seemed that while Harry was getting dressed, more than half of the Weasleys had arrived at the house.
“Harry!” He heard Ron shout his name, but saw Hermione bustling towards him before he spotted her husband.
“Oh, Harry. Are you ok? You look a bit peaky.” Herminoe pushed a sweaty strand of hair out of his face and gave him a concerned look.
“Pre-heat,” Harry whispered, as a chill ran through him, like he had a fever. He was still running warm, but he didn’t feel like his temperature had increased at least.
Ron clapped him on the shoulder, causing Harry to wince. It didn’t hurt, per se, but it did feel like his whole body had been jolted with electricity. His skin was sensitive, and his thoughts were starting to turn soupy.
“Harry, I don’t think this is pre-heat. Well, technically it is, but not for long. I think you’re going into heat. Maybe you should go lie down until Draco gets here,” Hermione insisted, but Harry brushed her hands off and shook his head to clear his current brain fog.
“I took suppressants, Hermione, so this shouldn’t be happening. We were trying to delay it until after the party,” Harry lemented.
Hermione handed Hugo over to Ron before taking Harry’s arm and attempting to lead him towards his bedroom, but he put his hand over hers and gently pulled away.
“You need to get away from the crowd, Harry.”
“Not yet, Hermione. Just let me finish dinner, and then I will go lie down. You can even help me to make it go quicker,” Harry tried to reassure her, but just got a scrunched face of doubt instead.
Ron chuckled and handed Hugo back to Hermione.
“I’ll help you, Harry. I usually help Mum with the Holiday meal, so I can help speed it up a little so you can get to bed sooner.”
“Thank you, Ron,” Harry sighed in relief, then turned to Hermione. “Sirius should be coming through the Floo from the Manor. Can you watch for him, please? Draco and Narcissa are going to be Apparating later with the presents, but I want to make sure Si gets here first and goes to wash up and change for dinner before his cousins get to him.”
Hermione smiled and patted Harry’s shoulder.
“Don’t worry, Harry. I’ll keep an eye out for him.”
Harry grabbed Ron’s arm and tugged him towards the kitchen, a frantic energy running through his veins as he tried to concentrate on what he needed to do. He and Ron worked side by side, quickly getting all the side dishes completed and the hors d'oeuvres trays assembled. By the time everything was done, the sounds from the sitting room were spilling out into the hallway, signifying the arrival of even more guests.
They did it. Harry sighed and leaned against Ron in exhaustion, but adrenaline was wearing off from running around the kitchen in a time crunch. Sweat was starting to pour down his body from the heat in the kitchen, and he was afraid he would need another cold shower and an outfit change before greeting anyone else. Then he heard a growl from behind them.
Harry’s head popped up from Ron’s shoulder, and he swung around just as Draco swooped in and wrapped his arm around him, tugging Harry against his chest.
“Get your hands off my mate,” Draco rumbled, his fangs bared threateningly at Ron, who was backing up towards the exit.
“I mean no harm, Draco. I’m going to back out of here and go get Hermione and Molly, yeah?” Ron looked towards Harry with his eyebrows raised in question. Harry nodded.
As Ron walked out the door, Harry finally sagged in Draco’s arms, heat roaring through his veins, and the pain returned to his gut.
“I need–” he started.
“Don’t worry, darling. I know what you need.” Draco's voice was gentle, but still rumbled in his throat, his fangs receding only the tiniest bit as they waited for Molly and Hermione.
“Harry, dear, what’s—oh.” Molly stopped short in the doorway, Hermione bumping into her with a quiet “oof” before she peeked around Molly’s shoulder and wrinkled her nose at the overwhelming scent of Harry and Draco in a mating cycle. Usually their combined scent wasn’t bad, but right now the kitchen was saturated with the sweet scent of cinnamon apple pie, smoky Oak, and a hint of mint.
Draco slowly started to pull Harry from the kitchen on the opposite side, towards the back stairway. Harry only had a minute to relay the directions before he was dragged out.
“Please go ahead and bring the food out. I do not think I will be able to attend the party today, if Draco has anything to do with it.” Harry chuckled, and he was amused, but also a bit saddened. He wanted to be there to see everyone’s happy faces, but his biology had other ideas.
“Let’s just say you’ll be another grandma when I’m done with him,” Draco smugly said as Harry was finally tugged through the door and up to their bedroom.
The minute their door was shut behind them, Draco was all over him.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here earlier,” Draco pushed out between kisses.
“It’s ok, love. You’re here now, and God, I need you. Please, fill me up. Breed me, give me another pup,” Harry begged. He didn’t bother holding back with Draco, and everything came spilling out.
“Don’t worry, darling, I’ll take care of you,” Draco said as he slowly started to peel Harry’s clothes off, each one stickier than the last, until just his under garments were left. They were soaked through with so much of Harry’s slick he was surprised he didn’t notice it before. Draco
Draco spun them around and walked Harry backwards until his knees hit the bed, never disconnecting their mouths. He lowered Harry to the bed, his arms supporting his elbows until he was lying on his back.
Draco pulled away to speak, “Turn over, darling. I want to see your pretty pink hole all slippery and waiting for my knot.”
Harry moaned and rolled over, presenting himself for his Alpha. He heard a rip as Draco finally disrobed, clothes flung across the room, before there was a thud behind him. He wailed when he felt Draco dive in, licking and sucking at his hole, lapping up the slick that was pouring out of him now. He could feel it running down his legs and a puddle forming beneath his knees.
“Oh Merlin, please more. Put it in me, I’m ready. Please, I need you, Draco.” Harry whined when he lost contact with Draco’s mouth, but moaned when he felt the tip of Draco’s cock at his entrance. His knees were going to be rubbed raw on the carpet, but he didn’t care as long as Draco was standing behind him, giving him everything he begged for.
“Are you sure you’re ready, Harry? I don’t want to hurt you,” Draco asked as he teased his hole with the tip, slapping it against the rim.
“Yes, just get inside me—oh!” Harry arched his back as Draco finally pushed inside him. “Yes, yes, yes, right there!” Harry chanted as Draco kept pushing, with barely any resistance from Harry. He wasn’t surprised they fit together perfectly, like the last two pieces of a puzzle that had taken too long to build.
“Are you alright, darling?”
“Yes, please, don’t stop until you give me your knot. I want it,” Harry was sobbing now, desperate for Draco to just move, to breed him, give him the pup they want.
Draco conjured up two ropes with round handles, something attached to the underside of the bed that Harry could hold onto while Draco took him apart, thrusting inside roughly until they were locked together on his knot.
“There we are. Now hold on, darling. Can you do that? Because I’m not stopping until you're full of my seed, your belly round and bulging. I’m going to give you that pup tonight. Would you like that? A Christmas baby to round out our brood?”
“Yes, yes, I want it.”
“Do you want a boy or a girl this time?”
“I don’t care, as long as it’s ours. Draco, I love you, but please, for the love of Merlin, fuck me!”
Draco chuckled and kissed Harry on top of their mating bite.
“I love you too, Harry. But now you need to hold on. It’s going to be a long night.”
Harry wailed again as Draco’s thrust sped up, not caring if anyone heard him, heard them. Maybe it wasn’t a Christmas miracle for anyone else, but Harry sure did feel like it was for him. A loving husband, two—soon to be three adorable pups, and family that cared about him, even though they were downstairs celebrating the Holidays while he was getting his mate's knot upstairs. What a way to end the year. Harry couldn't be happier.