hp_bunintheoven

Title: Be Happy
Author:
Pairing(s): Harry/Remus
Prompt: #S5
Summary: Remus accidentally gets Harry pregnant after a one night stand.
Word Count: 2100
Rating: Explicit
Warnings/Contains: mpreg, dirty talk, knotting, age difference, angst, drunk sex
Notes: Thanks for reading!!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.

Harry shouldn’t have done it.

Remus was too vulnerable. He was still mourning the death of his wife. He was utterly worried about providing for his little boy.

Harry had no business propositioning him. Especially when they’d both been drunk.

He’d no business even drinking around Remus. Not when he knew how he felt about the older man.

Because Harry wanted Remus. Oh, yes, oh, yes.

Remus had been his gay awakening.

It had been late at night, and little Teddy had been put to bed hours ago.

Harry and Remus lounged on the settee, sharing a bottle of whisky. Outside, white snow came down in a rush. On the hearth, the fire crackled hotly, merrily.

And Harry couldn’t take his eyes off Remus.

The man was gorgeous in the firelight.

All those lovely scars.

All that gleaming silver in his thick hair.

And his eyes were warm and kind, but sometimes they had a glint to them when Remus gazed upon Harry.

A hungry glint.

“You’re staring at me again,” Remus murmured.

Harry licked his lips. “Yeah.”

“You don’t deny it?”

“Of course not.”

Remus sighed and shook his head. “It’s not nice to stare, Harry. Especially at an ugly man like myself.”

Harry, his head floating from the alcohol, just laughed and crawled into Remus’ lap. Remus looked at him in shock.

“What are you doing?”

“This,” Harry murmured, and kissed him.

The bottle of whisky tumbled from Remus’ grasp, spilling on the carpet.

Remus, snarling, grabbed Harry’s shoulders, urging him back. “Don’t.”

“Mmm,” Harry said, and licked his cheek. He ground down as he did it.

Remus hissed, shuddering. “Harry,” he said in dark warning.

“Hush, hush, I want you.” Harry kissed him again.

This time, Remus buried a hand in his hair and kissed him back. It took Harry’s breath away.

He’d never been kissed like it before.

There was just so much passion.

Remus took his mouth over and over, and he grabbed Harry’s arse, squeezing it, as he thrust up, grinding.

“Mmm, mmm, sir,” Harry purred.

Remus snarled quietly, hotly. “I was once your professor, Harry. I was, I was …”

“Yes, sir.”

Remus thrust up more desperately. He was very hard against Harry’s bum. “Damn you and your dirty talk.”

Harry just kissed him again.

He continued to kiss him even as Remus picked him up.

Remus walked them to his bedroom, with Harry’s arms wrapped around his neck, his legs wrapped around his waist.

As it turned out, Remus was stronger than most blokes.

It must have been his werewolf strength.

Remus kicked his door closed and dropped Harry onto the bed. “Strip, you bad boy.”

Laughing, Harry yanked off his clothes, even doing away with his socks. He shivered in the cold air of the bedroom, but his cock remained stiff.

Remus stroked himself through his trousers as he stared at Harry. “Merlin, I’ve forgotten how delicious boys look whilst naked.”

Harry felt himself flush all over. His cock gave an interested twitch.

Remus only stroked himself faster. “This is a terrible idea, you know. My prick wasn’t made for arseholes.”

“What?” Harry said, frowning.

Remus glowered. “I grow a knot.”

Harry’s mouth dropped open, his eyes rolling back a little. “Fuck me, sir. Please!”

Remus hesitated. “It shall make me love you. Forever. Do you really want that?”

Squirming, he responded, “Don’t you already love me? Don’t you?”

Snarling, Remus pounced. He got on top of Harry, commanding him.

Violence radiated from Remus, and it should have alarmed Harry, but it didn’t; and Harry yanked at his holey jumper, his patchy trousers, groaning needily.

“Please, Please, I need to feel you—”

Remus tore off his clothes, virtually ripping them off; and then his cock was revealed, and Harry saw the knot already forming at the base of him.

“Oh my God,” Harry whispered, reaching down to stroke him.

Teeth bared, Remus let Harry feel him up.

“Fuck, you’re so thick,” Harry whispered some more, his fingers teasing the knot. It had veins.

“Bad boy,” Remus rasped.

Harry yanked him down into a desperate kiss. He thrust up as he did it, rubbing himself against Remus’ furred stomach.

“Please, please, please,” he chanted, so turned on.

“Have you taken a cock before?”

“Yes,” Harry murmured shyly.

Remus’ gaze flashed. “Bad boy.”

Harry leaned up to lick his cheek again.

Growling some more, Remus cast a Lube Spell; then another one. He got Harry dripping with it.

Then, staring into his eyes, Remus worked inside. He was very careful as he did it.

And Harry, loving every inch, moaned loudly and let his eyes roll back.

Remus clapped a hand over his mouth. He hissed, “Don’t wake up my child.”

Harry nodded desperately.

Remus began to pound into him. He was slow but insistent, making each thrust count. Harry wanted to bloody shout.

“Are you mine?” Remus cooed.

Harry nodded again, this time so eager. He was drooling on himself.

Remus sped up, fucking him so hard that his bollocks slapped.

And Harry bit into his palm to keep quiet.

Remus’ knot was catching.

It was catching.

“Mmm, I’m about to breed you,” Remus cooed, his muscles strained, his gaze flashing.

Over and over, Remus fucked him, pounding him into the mattress.

The bed was squeaking loud enough to wake up Teddy; but, mercifully, no cries came from his bedroom.

“God, you’re making me come,” Harry cried into his palm, shuddering all over.

It was incredible to feel the duel sensation of Remus’ knot ruining his hole as Remus’ tip massaged his prostate.

“Good,” Remus growled. “Come for me, love. Do it. Now.”

Harry lasted only a few more pounds before he stiffened up and came all over himself. And all over Remus.

“Fuck, yes, Harry, Harry!” Remus gasped, and thrust forward one last time.

Remus’ knot locked them together, throbbing and throbbing, as he filled Harry up with his seed.

Harry hissed and reached between them. He wanked his still hard cock, wanting to come again, wanting to come on Remus’ knot.

And he did, oh, he did.

“Fuck,” Remus snarled quietly, shuddering, as Harry tightened up and rode a second orgasm.

“I love you,” Harry moaned, drawing out the words.

“Hush, my darling boy,” Remus said.

*

After that night, Harry didn’t see Remus for several weeks. He got the feeling that Remus was avoiding him, and it broke his heart.

Then Harry’s magic began to act up. It began to betray him.

Harry took himself to St Mungo’s and discovered the incredible: Harry was pregnant.

Frowning, he said, “I thought these things took longer …”

The healer blinked at him. “Pregnancy? It merely takes one time.”

“But I’m a bloke …”

The healer sighed. “Wizards can get pregnant as well. Especially if your family carries the magical gene.”

“There’s a gene?”

“They really need to teach these things at Hogwarts!!”

“Yeah …” Harry said, but his mind was on Remus.

Remus had impregnated him.

And why was Harry surprised?

Harry had let him knot him.

The sole purpose of knotting was impregnation!

They had been playing with fire!!

Giving the healer a weak smile, Harry said, “Thank you for your help. I have a lot to think about.”

*

It was later that same day, much later, and it was raining.

Harry was standing in the rain, letting himself get soaked. He was pacing the road outside Remus’ cottage.

It was all very dramatic, but Harry was too caught up in his worry to care.

He kept hearing their lust-soaked interaction in his head.

“I love you.”

“Hush, my darling boy.”

Harry had told Remus he loved him and all Remus had done was tell him to shut up.

And now Harry was pregnant with his baby.

He was totally fucked!!

(Literally!)

Sighing, Harry marched to Remus’ cottage and knocked on his door. Remus was shocked when he answered.

“Harry!” he gasped. “The state of you!”

Harry blinked at him. “What?”

“You’re soaked to the bone! Come in, come in! It’s virtually snowing out there!” Remus urged him inside and began to cast Drying and Heating Charms on him.

Harry gazed upon Remus, letting himself be cared for.

Merlin, Remus was so beautiful it took Harry’s breath away.

“Don’t,” Remus said quietly, his face very close to Harry’s.

“I’ve got something I need to tell you.”

“It will need to wait; my son is still awake.”

As if on cue, a small voice arrived from the lounge. “Harry …?”

Harry turned to see little Teddy standing in the doorway. Harry lit up. “Teddy!”

He went to the small toddler and gathered him in his arms. “How are you?!”

“Why are you wet?”

“I was in the rain.”

Teddy shook his head. “You’re cold.”

Laughing, Harry gave him a kiss on the cheek and set him down. Holding his hand, they walked back into the lounge, where Teddy’s toys were laid out on the carpet. “Have you had your dinner? Yes? What was it?”

“It was chicken,” Teddy said, now playing with his toys again.

“Chicken sandwiches,” Remus clarified. “Would you like one, Harry?”

“No, thank you.”

Harry sat on the floor and played with Teddy for an hour or so. He did his best to only focus on his godson. Behind him, he heard Remus pouring himself a finger of whisky, and then he felt Remus’ gaze on him, virtually burning a hole right into him.

It made Harry shiver to have Remus looking at him.

Watching him.

Finally, it was Teddy’s bedtime, and Harry gave him a big kiss before Remus took him off to his bedroom.

Remus was gone for a while, and Harry paced the lounge as he waited, his heart feeling as if it would beat right out of his chest.

I should just leave now and tell him another time! Harry thought wildly.

Then Remus reappeared in the lounge, and his expression was dark. “What did you need to say to me?”

For a moment, Harry couldn’t speak. He just stood by the fire and trembled.

Worry began to creep into Remus’ expression. He went to Harry, grabbing his hands, squeezing them.

“Tell me what’s the matter,” Remus murmured.

Suddenly, Harry began to cry. He hated crying, he did. Especially in front of people. In front of Remus.

“I’m pregnant,” he whispered.

Remus stared and stared. It was as if his brain wasn’t computing.

When Remus did speak, it was in a hoarse, trembling voice. “I’m so sorry, Harry. I shouldn’t have done what I did. I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to apologise for!”

Shaking his head, he said, “I should have never taken you to bed. Knotted you. I knew the danger of it. I—I’ll help pay for the abortion, I promise.”

Harry’s mouth dropped open. “I’m not getting an abortion!”

Again, Remus just stared at him.

And Harry wrapped his arms around Remus and kissed him, clinging.

For a second, Remus didn’t respond; then, rather carefully, his hands slid up to rest on Harry’s waist.

“What are you saying?” Remus rasped.

“I’m saying that I shall have your baby. I love you, Remus.”

Remus looked bewildered. “You don’t.”

“I do!!”

“I’m—I’m—ancient.”

“No, you are the best man I’ve ever met.”

“I’m a werewolf!”

“Yes, and I love you.”

Remus shook his head desperately. “This is worse than Tonks. So much worse. I can’t do it to you. I can’t.”

“You make me so happy, Remus. Please.” Harry kissed him again—and again. He kissed him until Remus began to relax, began to relent.

“Merlin, you’re stunning,” Remus groaned, his hands now groping Harry, pulling him closer. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you.”

“Mmm, our shag was brilliant, wasn’t it? So brilliant. And it could be like that always. Just have me, Remus. Go on, have me.”

For a moment, Remus hung his head. He was breathing very hard. “I’ve lost so much in my life. Friends. Family. My wife. And I’ve had to endure so much pain because of my condition. So many cold, lonely full moons. I’m tired of it, Harry. I am. I—I just want to be happy. Finally.”

“Be happy with me. Come on. Let yourself.”

“Yes,” Remus said, and this time, he initiated the kiss, taking it deep, making it so passionate.

They snogged and snogged, shuddering, crying a little; and Remus rested a hand on Harry’s flat stomach.

“Our baby’s in there,” he murmured.

“Yes!” Harry cried, and kissed him again.