It wasn't supposed to be like this

Summary: Harry becomes pregnant, the father of the baby is far from who he would have wanted to be. Draco loves Harry, Harry loves Ron, even when Draco does all he can to help Harry during the pregnancy Harry still only have eyes for his best friend

Pairings:DM/HP mentions of HP/RW and NL/MF

Warnings: SLASH, MPREG, OOCness and bad language

Not you’re cup? Well bugger of then!

Disclaimer:

This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J K Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

End Disclaimer!

Please keep in mind that English is not my first language!

It Wasn't Supposed To Be Like This

Chapter 12: Feelings and Touching

By the end of the day Harry was surprised that he still knew what was up and what was down. Even thinking about the passed few hours made his already existing migraine become even more intense, and that wasn’t even the worst of his pains at that moment.

Laying on top of the covers of his soft bed he tried to block everything out and fall asleep but failed miserably when Neville got into the shower and started to sing a song about green fields and walking flowers.

Harry groaned and put his pillow over his head but the soft feathery object didn’t help block out the world. The only thing that seemed to help these days was being held by Draco but he wasn't desperate enough to start to search for the blonde so that he could have a hug, that thought was just silly.

He really felt like throwing a tantrum, stamping his feet to the ground and screaming for someone to go get him his Draco! But the thought made him blush so he tried to think about something else, something less blonde, strong and Slytherin.

Everything else seemed very boring though and Neville’s singing voice was really not the best, especially not when he sang about pancakes and jam. Sighing, he resigned to his fate and rose from the bed and started to roam his trunk instead in search of ink and parchment.

After emptying half of the trunk out onto the floor and finding things he didn’t even remember owning, he saw the yellow parchment, the small round bottle of black ink and even a quill sticking out from under his bed.

He repressed a growl of irritation after crawling under the bed after the ink bottle that he had accidentally pushed over, causing it to roll under his bed.

He sneezed and stirred up the dust that littered the floor in thick layers, this of course caused him to sneeze again and again for quite some time. When he stopped sneezing he had tears running down his face and his glasses hung from his left ear.

Finally he was able to grab his ink bottle and crawl back out from under the bed, only to hit his head when trying to rise. He had to bite his tongue to keep from crying out in pain and frustration; today was really not his day.

After dragging himself onto the bed he closed the red curtains around the bed and sat staring at the parchment in front of him, he continued doing this for quite some time while trying to decide what to say to Sirius and Remus.

Remus was probably still in Egypt with Bill enjoying the warmer weather and dryer air; he had not been well for quite some time and Bill had practically dragged his lover with him to Egypt to recover and get a nice tan. It was also an excuse for Bill to spend time with his lover away from his mother who was a little overbearing in caring for Remus.

And Sirius, well he was sure to be busy with rebuilding Godric’s Hollow and fighting with Tonks about everything between heaven and earth. Harry wondered when those two would understand that they were much too alike to work out as a couple. They constantly fought and bickered with each other, almost like siblings; Harry shuddered at the thought and then shivered when he remembered that they were actually distant cousins.

He quickly decided to concentrate on the letter instead. Everything he could come up with seemed so wrong; Hi guys, just wanted to tell you that I was knocked up by Malfoy not too long ago and the kid may be retarded.

No definitely the wrong thing to say, especially as it made him feel ashamed for calling his little miracle retarded. He didn’t admit it to himself but he felt a little ashamed about calling Draco by his surname too.

Coming to the conclusion that he needed to clear his head he decided to take a walk to the library and write the letter there instead. He (of course) managed to tangle his own legs in the drapes and fell face first to the floor, only to be caught at the last second by a pair strong arms.

“Whoa there mate, what’s got you in such a hurry that you're trying to go right through the floor?” Harry swallowed when Ron helped him untangle his legs and then rise.

Ron still held his hand after helping Harry get to his feet. “Oh, uhm I was just on my way to the library.” He finally managed to croak out, the warmth emitting from Ron’s hand seemed to pulse right into his own palm and he shivered slightly when a tingling feeling spread over his hand.

Ron on the other hand didn’t even seem to notice that they were still holding hands, he only smiled and shook his head at hearing Harry was on his way to the library. Harry felt the surge of pain and disappointment that he had always felt when remembering that Ron didn’t feel that way about him.

Smiling a little he disentangled his hand from Ron’s grip and gathered up his writing material that had fallen all over the floor, he groaned loudly when he saw the glittering of the ink bottle from under the bed.

“What is it? Did it kick?” Ron asked and placed his hand on Harry’s rounded tummy.

Harry felt a little offended to have Ron’s hand on him, the other boy had not even asked and Harry wasn’t sure he would have approved if he had asked. The miracle inside him was his and Draco’s and it didn’t feel right to have Ron trying to be part of it.

These new feelings confused him and made him frown; wasn’t it only a day or so ago that he wished that it was Ron that cared about him and the baby instead of Draco?

He pushed the confusion away and decided to try to enjoy the feeling of Ron’s large hand caressing his stomach, touching him. It didn’t work however, a nagging uncomfortable feeling kept crawling under his skin. Harry felt like he was, in a way, breaking Draco’s trust, going behind the blondes back.

Coughing slightly, he stepped away from Ron. “No it was just that the ink bottle rolled in under the bed and I don’t like crawling on all fours searching for it.” He said in a somewhat shaky voice.

“Oh I’ll help you with that!” Ron said, immediately going down on his knees and crawling halfway in under the bed, bending his back in such a way that his butt made a very nice view for Harry, who blushed a deep red and tried (but failed) to look somewhere else.

After rising from the floor, Ron dusted off his trousers and smiled at Harry. “Here you are mate.” He said giving Harry the bottle of ink, Harry in turn smiled shakily back and nodded before walking out of the dorm as fast as he dared without running.

On his way to the library he contemplated his conflicting feelings about Ron. He was obviously still attracted to the redhead but did he still love him? He honestly didn’t know anymore. It was all so confusing and all he really wanted right now was a tight hug, preferably from his favourite blonde.

Frustrated and utterly confused he stormed inside the library and straight over to the table their (Draco, Hermione and himself) used to sit at during their studydates. He was a little surprised to see Draco sitting there, reading some thick book about something really boring.

Draco, it seemed was even more surprised when he suddenly had his lap full of Harry Potter.

Harry almost purred when Draco started stoking his back murmuring in that foreign language he used every now and then. He seemed to think that Harry was upset and sad again, which wasn’t really the case but Harry liked the feeling of Draco’s caring too much to say anything.

“What is it baby?” Draco asked after a while.

Harry blushed slightly when he realised his position but didn’t shift from his (soft and warm) place on Draco’s lap. “Nothing really, I’m just irritated and frustrated." He mumbled against the white cotton-shirt the blonde was wearing.

Harry felt the vibrations against his cheek when Draco laughed and smiled a little. Draco tightened his hold around the others waist. He wondered briefly if he perhaps was in love with Draco, the boy made him feel so good and the desire he saw in those blue-grey eyes every day made him feel beautiful and sexy even with his growing stomach.

But he dismissed the thought a second later, he loved the blonde sure, but only as a friend, maybe a really close friend but nothing more at this point of time, how could he when he was still in love with Ron, his best friend.

“What were you reading?” He asked looking down at the dark wooden table where the book lay open displaying thin pages containing small script. The pages were stained and yellowed with age and it seemed terribly boring.

Draco who was still chuckling slightly, lifted the book from the table to show it to Harry. “It’s not really interesting I was reading the use of runes in Scandinavia during the time of the Vikings.”

Harry made the mature gesture of blowing a raspberry. “Ugh, you’re worse then Hermione!” He said with a laugh.

“Am not!” Draco said defensively punching Harry loosely on the shoulder.

Harry smiled and nodded, neither noticed that their faces were moving closer to the others until their noses where touching. Draco looked at Harry with hopeful, questioning eyes. Harry didn’t know what made him nod and move closer towards Draco’s lips but he did and he was bubbling inside in anticipation and eagerness to kiss Draco for real for the first time.

“Harry, what the fuck are you doing!” Someone screamed behind him and he whipped his head around, never receiving his kiss.

TBC


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