It wasn't supposed to be like this

This chapter is mostly a filler, I just wanted to build the trust between Harry and Draco some more and it sets the mood for the next chapter, which will take us almost all the way too the prime of this fic:D

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 13: Worries and Waiting


Harry didn't freeze over in panic, he didn't blush in embarrassment or start spluttering in an attempt to explain himself; no, he clenched his fists and sighed a frustrated sigh in annoyance.

“I was trying to kiss someone!” He said whilst turning around to face Seamus. “What did it look like I was doing!” He barely kept himself from raising his voice and drawing Madame Pince’s attention, which would not have been a wise thing to do.

Seamus grew red in the face and kept opening and closing his mouth before shaking his head and walking away from them, muttering under his breath about hallucinations and some spell that would turn water into rum.

Harry smiled when he felt the vibrations coming from Draco’s chest when the blonde chuckled quietly. He sighed contently and leaned his head against Draco’s shoulder after wrapping his arms around Draco’s neck, secretly trying to not be too obvious about sniffing Draco, trying to take in the blonde’s addictive scent.

Harry almost fell asleep when Draco started to run his fingers through his hair and over his scalp; the soft almost-massage soothed him and made all his worries go away. However, his sleepy state was interrupted when Draco started talking, much to Harry’s displeasure. “So, would you have kissed me?” The blonde asked in a calm collected voice.

Harry had to think about that for a moment before actually answering. Had Seamus not interrupted them he surely would have kissed Draco, but would it have been something he would have regretted later, he honestly couldn’t say. “I think so, why?” He yawned and closed his eyes, inhaling deeply to get as much of that warm musky cherry scent into his system as possible.

“I think I’ll have to hurt Seamus now.” Draco said in a heavy voice that made Harry look up at him with a frown. “He stole a kiss from me.” He said it as if it was the most natural thing in the world to go around hurting people for stealing kisses.

Harry just smiled and laid his head back down.

At nine thirty, saturday morning, Harry was pacing the entrance hall waiting for Draco and Madame Pomfrey to show up. He had been up all night unable to sleep and now he felt like running away go into hiding and never coming back again. But he didn’t. He forced himself to stay there and not disappear into thin air.

“Harry, Baby you're making me dizzy.” He stopped abruptly when he heard Draco a few metres beside him. The relief that washed over him was so overwhelming that he could feel tears making their way down his cheeks.

Wiping them away with his sleeve he smiled a shaky smile. “I didn’t think you would come.” Only then did he realise how stupid he had been, of course Draco would be there with him and the baby. Draco had already proved to be eager to take care of him and their child but Harry couldn’t help being nervous.

He sighed in contentment when Draco wrapped him in a strong hug and whispered in his ear in that beautiful exotic language he had used a couple of times before. Time seemed to stand still yet rush by them at the same time and Harry couldn’t help the quiet tears that rolled down his cheeks and landed on Draco’s shirt.

Their little miracle may be in a critical condition or have some sort of disease or disorder that would make his or her life painful and difficult. He didn’t want their miracle to suffer or to have to go to the hospital every other week to make sure they were still as healthy as possible.

He had dreamt about such scenarios and worse, but he refused to be afraid or feel ashamed about his and Draco’s child, he had promised to love him or her whatever may come, and he was damn well going to keep that promise.

A soft couch interrupted his thoughts and he turned his head to see Madame Pomfrey standing by a small wooden door to the left waiting for them. He wiped his eyes and stepped away from Draco. Drawing in deep breaths he walked over to the door Pomfrey now held open for them.

Inside was a small room that was illuminated by a fire that burned in the largest fireplace Harry had ever seen. By the fireplace stood the only object in the whole room, a very large urn, its content glittering in the light from the flames.

He started a little when a warm hand took hold of his and squeezed in a reassuring manner. Harry tried to smile but knew he failed and opted to watch Pomfrey instead. The nurse held a small black bag in her hand and was for once dressed in something other then her blue and white uniform; a brown and grey robe that fitted her nice but strict appearance very nicely.

“Come here now.” She said in an unreadable tone and gestured them to take some floopowder from the urn. “The destination is St Mungo’s Maternity Ward.” She pointed to Draco in a way that told him to go through first.

After the blonde was gone Harry felt the panic creeping up on him again and without thinking quickly threw his floopowder into the fire and stepped inside.

He landed in a heap in Draco’s arms and tried not to get sick when his stomach seemed to turn itself inside out to show him how much the baby disapproved of him travelling by floo.

After a few deep breaths he was assisted by both Draco and Madame Pomfrey (who by now had stumbled out of the fire graciously) over to a chair.

Harry wasn't the only one to notice Draco’s worried expression, Pomfrey saw it too and immediately started explaining that everything was fine and that Harry’s reaction to the flootravel was perfectly normal, when she started talking about how the floor in front of the fireplace had a self-cleaning charm on it Harry stopped paying attention.

To his right sat a very young witch stroking her large stomach with a small smile playing over her lips. She seemed oblivious to the rest of the world and Harry thought he knew why when he saw something small pushing out the skin somewhat. Harry smiled too when he thought about his baby kicking him.

Opposite to him sat a middle-aged witch looking at them both with pity and something else that Harry could only explain as disgust. She held her head high and had her nose slightly turned up as if to show everyone how much better then them she was.

Beside her sat a man that Harry assumed was her husband, he looked somewhat sick and very tired, his whole body language screamed of exhaustion. Harry almost felt sorry for him when the woman poked the man in the side to make him sit straighter.

He looked over at Draco when the blonde took his hand and started stroking his knuckles. “It will be alright Baby, I know it will.” He said and drew Harry’s slightly smaller frame closer to himself.

Harry didn’t protest, mainly because he didn’t have the energy but also because it felt really good when Draco held him. He briefly wondered what it would have felt like if it had been Ron holding him instead but quickly dismissed that thought; he didn’t want to think about his conflicting feelings at that moment.

He didn’t know at all what his heart was telling him anymore, first he had been head over heels for his best friend then he had slowly started to fall in love with Draco but then his best friend entered the scene again and now he stood in the middle wondering who was worth the risk and who he loved the most. The confusion made him shake his head to chase away those thoughts.

A nurse appeared in the waiting area holding a clipboard, she looked down on it then looked up at the six people sitting in the small space, directing her gaze so that it fell upon Harry. She smiled a welcoming smile. “Mr Potter?” She asked. He nodded and the three of them rose from their chairs. Her smile brightened and she gestured for them to follow her.

Harry could swear he could hear the older witch complaining about brats that got in first because of their fame, even though they arrived last, he couldn’t help but shake his head a little at that, but his mood lightened when the young witch that still had her hand on her stomach smiled encouragingly at him, he tried to smile back but he knew that he once again failed.

The nurse led them to a white room, in the centre there was a strange chair that made him shudder inside, he could guess how one was to sit in it, with the legs high up in the air and he desperately wished that he would not have to sit in it. There was also a bed in there where he sat down with Draco beside him and Madame Pomfrey standing on the other side.

“The healer will be here in a moment, please wait here.” She said and closed the door behind her when she left.


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