Shattered

“This is a pretty nice place,” Harry said as he examined the living room of Draco’s new quarters.

“Mm, it’s small but it’s got what I need,” Draco said as he curled up in the large armchair by the fire. “I’m not used to having things so close though. Back at the manor I had a long walk to get to anything besides bedrooms.”

Harry walked over to the door leading to the bedroom and glanced in. The bed had been decked out in all Slytherin green. “How’d Crabbe and Goyle take you coming over here anyway?” he asked curiously.

“Alright,” Draco said as he let his head fall back and closed his eyes. “They weren’t really happy but they aren’t going to complain too much. I really don’t want to be in the dorm anymore. It’s getting to be far too awkward.” It had been hard enough to hide his growing stomach from the other boys but once the truth had come out it had somehow gotten even harder. He wanted privacy and that wasn’t something he could have in the dorm.

“I can imagine,” Harry said as he made his way back over to where Draco was sitting. “At least you can relax here,” he added as he sat on the arm of the chair and reached down to brush some hair away from Draco’s face.

Draco blinked and looked up at Harry, somewhat surprised at the gentle touch. “It’s weird you doing things like that…”

“Why?”

“Because last week I was sure you’d rather punch me than touch me like this…” Draco explained. It had only been a week since the incident with the howler and though Harry hadn’t done very much that was overly friendly the few times they were alone there had definitely been a very obvious shift in their relationship. One that Draco wasn’t entirely sure how to handle yet.

“I’ve never punched you,” Harry said.

“No, you haven’t,” Draco replied. “But you certain never kissed me either.

Harry shrugged but he couldn’t very well say that was untrue. Ever since Draco had gotten pregnant he’d been getting incredibly attractive for some odd reason. It didn’t seem normal actually though Harry didn’t mind it that much. Kissing Draco was bloody brilliant. “Can I ask you something, Draco?” Harry asked softly. The pale teen raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Why do you look so good pregnant?”

Draco blinked. “What?”

“I mean… it’s just… I want to kiss you now and stuff. I didn’t before,” Harry supplied quickly but somewhat awkwardly.

“I told you… I’m on a potion that makes you see things. That’s all,” Draco replied. “My pregnancy is possible through magic. So it’s draining my magic to keep going. To make up for it I have to take potions.”

“There’s no other way?”

To Harry’s surprise Draco blushed a bright pink. “Well, it’d be easier if I was… ya know… with someone but I’d rather not do that just because I need energy,” he said. He did still have some of his pride left. And having sex just to make carrying his son easier seemed a little too cheap to him. Especially when he could manage without doing it.

Harry studied the embarrassed teen and couldn’t quite stop himself from leaning forward. “You know, you’re pretty cute when you’re embarrassed,” Harry murmured before catching Draco’s mouth with his own. Draco’s face heated up even more as he tilted his head to meet Harry’s kiss.

Draco might not be used to this sort of interaction with his once rival but he couldn’t deny that it felt good. Even the brief kisses that they had indulged in had taken some of the strain off of carrying his very magical baby on his own. Before he could stop himself, he was wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck to bring the dark haired teen closer.

The two of them kissed for another few moments before Harry pulled back slightly. “You know… I don’t think I’d mind,” Harry murmured.

Draco blinked some, not having expected to hear something like that. “You don’t have to. What you’ve been doing is enough,” he assured the boy-who-lived. Draco still wasn’t sure if he wanted to do something like that with Harry. While intimate contact was the best way to exchange magic and would go a long way to easing the strain on his body, Draco wasn’t at all sure he could open himself up to that. Because, he knew, somehow, that he would end up liking it too much. He didn’t think he’d be able to handle it when this relationship inevitably came to an end.

Harry seemed to study him for a minute before nodding and pulling away completely. He sat down on the couch with a sigh. “So, why are you so sure it’s going to be a boy?” Harry asked nodding to Draco’s steadily growing stomach. “Can they tell this early?”

“Of course they can,” Draco replied. “I’ve known for ages I was having a boy. Malfoys usually do.”

“Then what are you going to name him?”

Draco shrugged slightly. “I’m not sure. We usually keep to family names… but considering I’m not part of the family anymore…that might not be the best idea,” he muttered.

“Well, if that wasn’t a problem what would you name him?” Harry pressed. He couldn’t help but be curious. It wasn’t as if he was often in situations like this or anything.

“Probably Scorpius,” Draco answered with almost no hesitation. “I just don’t know if I still should name him that. Or if it’ll even fit when he’s born. It’s… It’s not like I know what he’ll look like.”

Harry nearly flinched at the reminder that the baby’s other parent was still a mystery and likely would remain that way. After so long with no other clues it was hard to imagine the crime ever being solved. Harry wasn’t at all happy about that. He would have wanted to give Draco the peace of mind that his rapist had paid the price for what he’d done. “I think he’ll look exactly like you,” Harry supplied suddenly.

The blonde blinked some in obvious confusion. “What makes you say that?”

“I don’t know. I just think he’ll look like you,” Harry said. He hoped for Draco’s sake that the baby came out blonde with pretty blue-grey eyes. It would be better than having a baby who looked nothing like yourself, he imagined. Draco hummed a little and ran his hand over his stomach.

“Maybe you’re right,” he mused softly. It would be nice for his son to look like him. A relief really. A baby that looked nothing like him was not something that Draco was looking forward to.