A/N: This is a little drabble that came to mind while I was writing one of my other stories *shrugs* hope you like it *grins*

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, Sirius wouldn't of died, Remus' wolf would look so much better and Harry would most likely be on his knees sucking cock *grins wickedly* so as you can tell, I do not own Harry Potter... sadly...

Wrong

He knew it was wrong. Knew it like he knew the absolutely glorious feeling of him filling him. Knew it like he knew that he had almost too many scars to count, unless one looked carefully (which he had and he had 63… and counting). Knew it like he knew exactly how many seconds this had been going on for (4 months, 2 weeks, 5 days, 21 hours, 23 minutes and 19… 20… 21…). He knew it was wrong, because in the muggle world, he would probably be charged for bedding a minor (so what if he was only 15, he was perfectly capable of making his own decisions), and in the wizarding world, be charge simply because of who and what he was (he wouldn't himself if wasn't who and what he was).

He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't bring himself to care as he held him close and carefully even as he thrust into him as deep as he could. He loved this feeling. The feeling of being absolutely cherished and loved. He loved the feel of his essence filling him and his own covering whatever part of his body it landed.

But most of all, he loved how he would spoon up behind him, leaving his half hard cock inside him, and rubbed his steadily growing stomach gently to the response of a tiny foot or hand nudging back from within as they lay there in their spacious, little cave with it's moss covered stones and the furs that he had hunted for specifically.

He didn't want to leave, but he knew that the day would come when they came to take him back and he dreaded that day with everything he had.

This was where he belonged. Not in some war that had began before he was even born. Not in some draughty old castle (okay, he liked that draughty old castle, but still…). This was his home. Right here, in his arms, with their child growing inside him and with his claiming mark branded into his neck.

A/N: so let me know what you think *smiles*

- MysteriouslyMe