Picking Wildflowers

Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling, so I do NOT own Draco (Gorgeous) Malfoy, or Harry (Equally as Gorgeous) Potter. I DO, however, own the plot. Please do NOT sue, as all I can give you is a stick of sugar-free gum (which I want…::looks around nervously:: MINE!).

Beta: I would like to thank my Beta, Draco’s Desire, for making sure all of my sentences flow, and that there will be no grammar mistakes...but if there are, let me know and I will be sure to slap her. Thx!

To Reviewer AmyOrdinary: No, Harry's not pregnant. Do you want him to get pregnant? Let me know.

To Reviewer Amessis: Who says they have to bond? Well, hm...I think it's just natural. A Pureblood must bond with the partner for their baby...I thought it put a twist on things.

To Reviewer LazyCrazyKitten: Nice guess about the father...I'm not saying it's right...

To Reviewer Doxie: I sent you an email, I think, explaining the Title. Hope you understand now, and DON'T TELL ANYONE! Lol.

To Reviewer Holly: ::runs madly from the evil spork:: PLEASE DON'T STAB ME! Just read!

To Reviewer Cho_Cho_San: ...You want me to update, but you call me an 'Evil Wench'? ::shakes head:: I don't understand some people.

To Reviewer Oliver1234: GREAT!

A/N: Okay. 16th Chapter. Sorry sooo much about the wait, but I had to actually figure out who the baby's father was, and now...I've got it! ::laughs evilly:: Hem Hem. Yes, well...read and review, alright? Thanks to the 99 reviews! I couldn't believe it.

OH! Harry and Draco get a little steamy in this chapter...I think I did pretty well...

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Chapter 16: The Baby’s Father Is…

“Shh, I think he’s coming around,” a male voiced, Harry instantly recognizing it as his boyfriend, Draco’s. His mind was all foggy, like he’d been hit in the head with a Bludger…again. Harry tried to keep his thoughts minimal and he slowly let his eyes flutter open, to the sight of a fuzzy blonde head close by him. He realized that he didn’t have his glasses on, but didn’t get to ask for them since Draco seemed to understand. Draco slipped the glasses on his boyfriend’s face, then watched in curiosity as Harry’s eyes focused. “Harry?” he asked carefully. Draco lifted a finger and waved it in front of Harry’s face, much to Harry’s annoyance.

Harry reached a hand up and playfully slapped the finger away. “Yeah, yeah. I can see you, Draco.” Harry mumbled as he tried to sit up. His head felt all dizzy, and the room was swaying slightly, but he sat nonetheless. Harry groaned, “How long have I been out?”

Draco smiled gently, “Nearly a day now,” he told him, watching Harry’s eyes become wide. “That was some shock you took; I think I may have fainted, had I not had you to carry to the Infirmary.” Draco rolled his eyes mockingly.

Harry carefully looked up at the room, now noticing that the person Draco had been talking to earlier was Hermione. “Hello, Hermione.” Harry greeted, rubbing his head. Hermione gave him a small smile. Harry looked at both of them and asked, “What have we found out about the baby?” He still wouldn’t talk to or about Ginny, not until he absolutely had to.

Draco sighed. “Well, all Madam Pomfrey would tell us is that it’s healthy and on time with how big it’s supposed to be right now.” he turned to Hermione, “I think Weaslette’s here getting a more advanced check-up, isn’t she?”

Hermione nodded. Harry was about to ask something, when she readily told him, “Madam Pomfrey will find out the gender of the baby, very little more, Harry. I don’t think she’ll be able to tell who the father is just yet, but it should be sometime soon, I’d wager.” she explained, still standing.

“Here, Granger,” Draco said, standing from his chair. He went over to Harry’s bed, then promptly sat on the side, tenderly placing his hand atop Harry’s on the cotton sheets. Hermione smiled gratefully and sat in Draco’s now-vacated seat. “Are you feeling okay, baby?” Draco asked, still stroking Harry’s hand.

Harry nodded slightly. “The room’s spinning a little, but other than that, I’m good.” he replied truthfully. Draco smiled slightly, then leant into Harry, and gave him a warm, loving kiss. They pulled away slightly; the kiss was only one of greeting, but it meant so much to Harry. Harry realized that, even though he may be a father (and a bonded man) soon, Draco hadn’t left him; at least not yet, so he still had someone to lean on.

That’s when Madam Pomfrey bustled in. “Ah, Mr. Potter, you’re awake. Wonderful. How do you feel?” she asked, writing down scribbles on her clipboard.

“I’m well, except the room is spinning slightly.” he repeated to the Mediwitch.

Madam Pomfrey nodded. “That’s to be expected.” she replied to the statement. “It is, currently, eight thirty in the morning, Monday, August 24, 1996. You have been unconscious for approximately twenty-three and a half hours, Mr. Potter.” she informed him. Harry nodded, just now realizing how hungry he was. “Now, about Ms. Weasley and child.” she began. All three students snapped their gazes to Madam Pomfrey. Madam Pomfrey went over to Harry, then whispered in his ear. She pulled away, then said, “It’s your choice whether to let them know, Mr. Potter, that’s why I solely told you.”

Harry nodded, then turned to Draco, who was looking curious and worried at the same time. “The baby’s a girl.” he told them indifferently. He still didn’t know if it was his. That thought made him turn to Madam Pomfrey. “Do you know who the father is, Madam Pomfrey?”

Madam Pomfrey shook her head, “I’ve taken a blood sample, and it should be enough to tell who’s it is.” she told them, “It’ll be ready by later tonight. You can come back after supper, Mr. Potter.”

Harry nodded. Tonight, Harry realized, would be either the bitter end of his and Draco’s relationship, or their beautiful beginning. Harry was really, really wishing for the latter. “Am I able to go? I’d like to get some Breakfast,” Harry said, noting the rumble of hunger in his stomach.

Madam Pomfrey looked skeptical. “You can leave, as long as you stay in bed for a while. Have Breakfast be brought to you. Mr. Malfoy, am I to assume that you can take care of Mr. Potter until later this evening? I’m sure he’ll be better after the tests are in.” she said.

Draco nodded. “Of course, Madam Pomfrey.” he stood, then helped Harry stand, too. He swayed; the dizziness was still in full swing. “Can we get something for the dizziness?” he asked, trying to keep Harry up straight. In the end, Draco just mentally said ‘To hell with it’ and picked his Harry up bridal style.

Madam Pomfrey pulled out a vial from her apron, a blue liquid Draco immediately recognized as a Calming Draught. She slipped it in Draco’s pocket silently, and Draco gave her an approved glance before turning and leaving the Infirmary, Harry in his arms. Draco looked down at Harry sometime on the way to the Head Boy room, and noticed, to his amusement, that Harry had fallen asleep in his arms. Draco smiled slightly, and gently lifted Harry to his face and placed a kiss on his forehead.

Draco reached the Gryffindor Tower, and stopped outside the painting. “Ambrosia,” Hermione’s voice told the Fat Lady from behind Draco. Hermione stepped up next to him and smiled cheekily, “Good thing I followed you, Malfoy; we changed the password this morning.” Draco looked a little off guard by her presence, “Don’t worry, I was there the whole time.” she told him mockingly. Her voice became one that she’d use to talk to a three-month old as she mocked, “Malfoy wuvs to give Hawwy kissies, doesn’t he?” she fluttered her eyelashes.

Draco sneered playfully, then determinedly looked away. “You’re just jealous, Granger.” Draco accused, then huffed. The portrait swung open, and Draco walked inside, not even stopping to listen to Hermione’s reply. He made it to Harry’s room, then whispered, “Hinky-Puff,” to the door. Draco walked in, and again laid Harry down on his bed. He climbed in with him, both fully dressed. Draco snuck an arm around Harry, and pulled the boy slightly closer. Draco shut his eyes, and let himself revel in the feeling of being with Harry. He soon fell asleep to the feeling.

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When Draco next awoke, it was to Harry stirring, basically underneath him. Draco leant on his arm, and looked down at Harry, who had - at some point - gotten under him. Harry opened his eyes then, and pouted. “I’m cold!” Harry exclaimed. Draco smiled and laid back on top of Harry, pleased to hear the boy sigh. “Feels nice, your body on mine,” Harry sighed again, this time in contempt.

Draco smiled down at his boyfriend, and smiled even more as he thought about it. Harry was his boyfriend. Not Ginny’s, not Pansy’s, his. Harry smiled back up at him, causing Draco to smile brightly. He tenderly placed his lips above Harry’s, then moved them into a kiss.

Harry moaned softly and parted his lips, giving Draco access to his mouth. Oh, it felt so good to be held and kissed like this; Draco’s hands roaming his sides and his insistent, but gentle, tongue mapping out his mouth.

The sounds of tender, passionate kisses echoed throughout the room, only making the kisses more real. Harry’s hand slipped behind Draco’s neck, where his tan fingers easily ran through the short, almost buzzed hair at the nape of Draco’s neck. Draco’s hair was in a cut that went to about mid-ear, like fourth year, maybe slightly shorter.

Draco moaned straight into Harry’s mouth, and Harry swallowed the noise greedily. Harry felt Draco’s tongue in his mouth, stroking on his own and feeling the insides of his cheeks. He let out a sigh, breathed into Draco’s mouth, making Draco’s moan in reply.

Draco nibbled on Harry’s bottom lip, then pulled slightly on it. He let go of the swollen lip and pulled back, staring down at his boyfriend. Draco smiled, making a mental note. August 24, 1996, our first snog.’ Harry lifted his other hand and placed it in Draco’s platinum blonde hair; his other hand still resting on Draco’s neck.

Harry was breathing heavily, but little did he care. That was the best snog he’d ever had. He smiled back up at Draco, then let out a gasp of shock and pleasure as Draco leant down over his face, and made open-mouth kisses on his jaw. “Mmm, Draco,” Harry panted, lost in pleasurable sensations. Draco let his tongue out of his mouth and let it roam over Harry’s jaw, marking the place he’d just kissed. Draco moaned in agreement against his skin, making Harry shudder.

Draco inwardly smirked in accomplishment as he felt his Harry shudder underneath him. He continued his open-mouthed assault on Harry’s face, then moved his mouth farther up Harry’s jaw, to his ear. Draco seductively licked the outside shell of Harry’s ear, then, suddenly, pulled away slowly when he heard Harry gasp. Harry’s face was sporting a deep red blush. ‘Oh Merlin,’ Draco thought, ‘Harry has sensitive ears.’ Draco smirked down at his boyfriend, then leant back down to Harry’s ear and took the lobe into his mouth, and sucked on it. He heard Harry give a pleasurable whimper, causing him to moan around the lobe in his mouth.

Draco moved from Harry’s ear to his neck, but had to pull away. Harry whimpered at the loss, until he realized Draco was taking off his shirt. Draco pulled off his own shirt, and threw it away carelessly. Harry’s breath came in harsh gasps as he lifted his chest so Draco could slip his shirt off of him.

Draco also threw away Harry shirt, then promptly lay back down on top of Harry, and licked across his neck. Two, slightly muscled chests moving together in a rhythm uniquely their own. Harry moaned and replaced his hand behind Draco’s neck, urging him on. Draco worked his way to Harry’s chest, where he took Harry’s nipple into his mouth. Harry whimpered, somewhat loudly, and bucked his chest upwards.

Draco sucked the dusky nub, listening to and loving the whimpers of pleasure Harry gave. Draco pulled away slightly, looking down at his boyfriend. “Merlin, Harry.” Draco panted, “The way you act, someone would think you’re a blooming virgin.” Draco exclaimed.

Harry shook his head. “Ears…and nipples…” Harry panted heavily, looking up at Draco with desirous eyes, “They’re really sensitive…I haven’t had them touched before…” Harry admitted, still panting.

Draco’s eyes widened. “Weaslette never touched them, or your ears?” Draco asked incredulously. Harry shook his head. Draco smirked, “Good! I’m the first person to give you this pleasure.” Draco said seductively. Harry almost whimpered again just by the look on his face. Draco leaned back down and licked the nub he hadn’t just been licking, and fingered the other nipple.

Harry arched his chest up again. Suddenly, Draco parted Harry’s legs and kneeled in between them, then bent down to Harry’s chest. Draco licked a wet path to the edge of Harry’s jeans, and licked around the edge. Harry moaned under the ministrations. Draco sat up then, and sent Harry a very horny glance.

Harry watched with wide, still desirous eyes as Draco lifted his hands to his own pants, and began to unbuckle them. Harry could hear his heartbeat in his ears as Draco stripped between his legs. It was one of the most erotic things he’d ever seen: Draco’s predator-like eyes watching him, his deft fingers slowly, oh so traumatically slowly unbuttoning the form-fitting jeans on slender hips. Draco’s tongue came out from between his pink lips, and Harry was automatically in a trance; his eyes following the long tongue as it licked the pink lips around it seductively.

Harry felt a warm hand on his knee, and his eyes widened as he looked down at himself. He, as well as Draco, was only in a pair of boxers! When had they lost their pants? When he was watching Draco’s tongue? Yes, Harry thought, that must have been it. Harry watched as Draco lay back on top of him and licked his way down his naval again. Draco stopped suddenly at Harry’s bellybutton, before dipping his wet tongue in the small hole. Harry gasped, then whimpered at the feeling; his hand that was behind Draco’s neck still there, and urging Draco on.

Draco widened his mouth around the bellybutton, and then proceeded to suck Harry’s naval. Harry’s mouth opened in a silent plea, only the sound of harsh panting and a slight moan could be heard from the otherwise silent boy. Draco pulled away, then slipped his tongue out from his mouth, and placed it in Harry’s bellybutton again. With determined arousal, Draco moved his tongue in and out of Harry’s naval repeatedly, tongue-fucking his bellybutton.

Harry whimpered and moaned, then began to writhe. It was so much, what Draco was putting him through, yet it wasn’t even nearly enough. It was a very complicated cycle that Harry didn’t even want to consider just then, because what Draco was doing with his tongue was absolutely magnificent; Harry had never been touched like this before.

All the pleasure Draco had succumbed Harry to those past few minutes was symbolized achingly between Harry’s thighs, standing as best it could while in green confines. Harry noticed that Draco, too, was hard; his massive erection pressing urgently into the soft skin of Harry’s thigh.

Harry moaned. Draco pulled away then, and kneeled in between Harry’s legs. He took in the beautiful body beneath him; the way Harry’s face was still stained red from Draco’s earlier teasing, Harry’s increased breathing pace, Harry’s golden chest and swollen nipples. A perfectly sculpted muscled abdomen, then a little bit ebony hair right above Harry’s boxers. Draco was pleased to notice that the front of Harry’s boxers were wet, though he was sure his own were, too.

Harry looked longingly up at Draco, wondering what was taking so bloody long. Harry so desperately wanted release, and Draco was just looking at him. Draco seemed to get the look Harry was sending him, because he placed his hands on Harry’s hips, moving them slowly to Harry’s boxers.

As Draco slipped his fingers inside, feeling the soft black hairs under the silk boxers, someone knocked loudly on the door. “Harry? Harry, wake up, mate!” Ron’s voice shouted into the room. “You’re missing dinner; there’s only about fifteen minutes left to get yourself something to eat!” he continued.

Harry bolted straight up at Ron’s voice, nearly colliding his head with Draco’s. Draco moaned, “That is such a moment ruiner!” he exclaimed angrily. Harry looked up to him and nodded. Draco growled menacingly in his throat.

Harry tried to calm his breathing as he slipped out of bed. He turned to Draco, who was still kneeling on the bed, and gave him a slow, hot, passionate kiss. Harry slipped his hand behind Draco’s neck again as Draco’s hand found Harry’s waist, and their tongues dueled for dominance.

In the end, Draco’s won, and Harry let his mouth be invaded with the now familiar tongue. Harry breathed out a sigh of satisfaction, until Ron’s voice interrupted them again. “Harry! Come on, mate! Dinner!” the voice causing Harry to jump slightly. Harry pulled back from Draco’s kisses, but Draco brought him back in for another one, then sadly let him go.

“I will never forgive the Weasel for this,” Draco muttered darkly. Harry smiled understandingly and moved to the bathroom. Harry shut the door behind him and, almost automatically, drove his hands to his boxers and pulled them down his hips.

Harry let out a hiss of pleasure as his hand wrapped around his neglected cock. He pumped his fist up and down his leaking shaft, when suddenly he felt someone else’s hand slap his away and then start they started stroking him. Harry’s eyes flew open to see Draco; his pupils dilated in desire.

“Thought you’d finish without me?” he asked lowly, making Harry shiver. Harry shook his head, beyond words. Draco seemed to get the hint, for he also dropped his boxers down to rest on his slim hips. He placed the same hand Harry was, just previously, pumping his own cock, on his shaft. He moved the slightly calloused hand on his long, thick cock, letting out a throaty moan of pleasure. “Merlin, Harry.” Draco moaned.

Harry understood, and began pumping Draco faster. He vaguely wondered how Draco could still talk, but his thoughts were soon interrupted when white stars erupted in his vision, and he was coming, all over Draco’s chest and thighs. Draco let out a long, deep moan of Harry’s name and he, too, came over his boyfriend. Harry gasped at the feeling of hot, pearly-white come on his stomach, cock, and thighs.

By Merlin; Draco came like a race horse.

Harry limped against Draco; the force of his orgasm being too much for his knees. How Draco was still standing was a mystery, up until Harry realized Draco was leaning against the sink counter. Draco’s breath came in fast, heavy pants by Harry’s ear, making Harry shiver every once in a while.

“That was…” Draco panted, “The best…orgasm I have…ever had!” Draco exclaimed through his gasps of air. Harry nodded his agreement, though he was still debating whether he’d had a better orgasm with the dildo.

‘Absolutely not’. Harry decided immediately. ‘Best orgasm yet, and I’m pretty sure there’s only one way to get a better one…’ Harry let his mind wander for a minute, before sighing and pulling away from Draco.

Harry scrunched his nose up as he looked at his boxers. Well, fairly, they were Draco’s…but he was wearing them. They had come on them; not just the pre-come his cock had leaked, either. No, Draco had just about covered the green silk boxers with his release, and that wasn’t even counting what was on Harry’s stomach and cock!

Wandlessly and wordlessly, Harry cleaned himself up and changed his boxers. They were now a pair of blue boxers that he’d bought for himself, and one of the very few pair that actually fit him. Draco opened his eyes and looked at Harry hopefully, until Harry smiled and cleaned Draco, too. Harry willed on a pair of black jeans and a blue t-shirt for himself.

Harry looked over to his boyfriend and smiled. “I don’t know what kind of clothes you have.” he explained to Draco, who was still in his boxers. Harry quickly changed him to his old clothes, but asked, “Can we just Apparate to your room so you can change?”

Draco nodded. “Yeah; I share a room with Blaise, but he’s probably at Dinner.” Harry nodded and wrapped his arms around Draco’s neck. As Draco slipped his arms on Harry’s waist, he said, “We need to be quick, or else we’ll miss Dinner.” Harry nodded again and Disapparated them to the Dungeon Entrance.

“I don’t know where your room is,” Harry admitted, letting go of Draco’s neck.

Draco chuckled and said the password, “Scales,” and led Harry to his and Blaise’s room. Harry walked into their room, and sat on Draco’s bed as Draco changed clothes. Harry knew it was Draco’s bed, because of the Malfoy Crest on the trunk.

Harry bit his lip, waiting for Draco to finish dressing. He would soon know if that baby was his or not…It was a lot to take in for Harry. What would he name the baby? It was a girl, so…Harry sighed silently, thinking of possible girl names, just in case. Alexis, Jamie, Rebecca? Harry smiled softly, he liked that name. Rebecca, well, what would be her middle name, then? Jane? Rebecca Jane? Harry scrunched up his nose. Rebecca Ann. Rebecca Ann Potter. Harry smiled slightly. Now, if only it wasn’t his and Ginny’s baby…‘And it was mine and Draco’s.’ his self-conscious finished for him. Harry’s eyes widened; did he really just think that? Harry smiled again. He knew he was falling in love with the blonde…

Draco turned to face his boyfriend, only to see Harry staring off at nothing and his silly, lopsided smiled on his face. Draco sat softly on the bed and wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist. “What are you smiling about, love?” he asked, laying his head on Harry’s shoulder.

Harry started, not realizing that Draco had gotten so close. “Oh, er…” Harry trailed off. “I’m just trying to make a good thought from a bad situation, I guess.” he admitted.

Draco raised an eyebrow and lifted his head from Harry’s shoulder. “Bad situation?” he asked curiously. Did Harry really think that what they had just did was bad?

Harry smiled softly, “Yeah, about the baby?” he asked, reminding Draco. Harry turned his head in time to see Draco’s relieved expression. “Don’t worry, Draco.” Harry soothed, “Earlier, that was the best time of my life.” he whispered to his boyfriend.

Draco beamed and placed his lips above Harry’s momentarily, and pulled back before he lost himself to temptation. “We need to at least get a little Dinner, Harry. You haven’t eaten anything in over twenty four hours. Come on,” Draco said, standing from his bed. Harry stood, too, and wrapped his hands around Draco’s neck again, and Draco’s arms took their previous position around Harry’s slim waist. “To the Great Hall!” Draco mocked, causing Harry to laugh as he Disapparated.

They appeared moments later, just outside the Great Hall. Harry and Draco locked fingers as the entered the double doors, and went to the Gryffindor Table again. Hermione looked up from her plate of food at Draco and Harry as they entered and sat down on the opposite side of the table of her.

“Harry James Potter,” Hermione began her scolding. Draco saw Harry nearly wince at her tone. “Where have you been?” she asked, “Everyone’s been looking for you, until I told them you were in your room.” Hermione eyed him suspiciously, “You were in your room, weren’t you?”

Harry nodded around the bite of chicken in his mouth. He swallowed politely and then answered, “Of course,”

Hermione still eyed him. “Well, where is Ron, then? He’s supposedly waiting outside your door for you.”

Harry sighed exasperatedly. “When will that guy get the hint that I can Apparate?” he asked to no one. Suddenly, Harry Disapparated from the Great Hall.

Draco looked over to where his boyfriend once sat. “Where’d he go?” he asked Hermione, not having paid attention to their talking. It was really hard to listen to anyone when you had an Irishman sitting next to you, Draco would have you know.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “To get the red-headed buffoon is my guess.” she replied easily, taking another bite of her mincemeat pie. Seconds later, Harry and Ron were in the Great Hall, standing next to the Gryffindor Table. Hermione looked slyly over at Draco. “Told you,”

Draco rolled his eyes and slipped an arm around Harry’s waist when he sat down. Ron had went around to sit next to his girlfriend, and completely missed the movement. Harry didn’t think Ron even noticed Draco was there. He would soon, though.

As expected, Ron took a seat opposite Draco, and began to put food on his plate, not noticing that the whole table was completely quiet, staring at them. As Ron lifted his eyes to look for the gravy boat, his eyes slowly landed on Draco, who was innocently eating his mashed potatoes next to Harry.

Harry quickly cast a silencing charm around Ron, so everyone was seeing Ron’s red face from exploding about Draco being at the table, but no one heard it. No one, except Ron. Harry hoped he would get tired of listening to himself talk and just shut-up for once.

No such luck.

After a few minutes of watching Ron scream out his lungs, Draco sighed and looked up at the ginger-haired boy. “Weasley,” Draco started. Ron didn’t stop his exploding. “WEASLEY!” Draco shouted, effectively stopping Ron’s rant. Ron was looking wide-eyed at Draco. “Maybe you haven’t noticed, Weaselby, but nobody can hear you, you oaf!” Ron looked up and down the table, noticing that everyone had their eyebrows raised in curiosity. “Next, Weasley,” Draco started again when Ron looked back over to Draco, “You need to understand - sit down, Weasley. You’re causing a scene.” Ron sat back down. “Anyway, you need to understand a few things. One of them being, that Harry and I are dating.” Ron’s eyes widened and he looked like he was about to retort, but remained silent. “And your sister’s baby is a girl; I don’t know if anyone told you or not.”

Harry carefully dropped the silencing charm on Ron in time to hear him whisper, “A girl?” happily. Ron looked up at Harry, “Are you the father?”

Harry shrugged. “I’m supposed to find out after dinner.” he said, wondering why Ron hadn’t had his out burst of he and Draco being together.

Ron nodded. “M’kay.” he said, then put a bite of food in his mouth.

Harry and Draco looked curiously at each other, then at Ron. Hermione shrugged, too, but didn’t say anything. Dumbledore cleared his throat at the Headtable, causing everyone to look up at him. Dumbledore smiled slightly and looked intently at Harry.

“Mr. Potter, Madam Pomfrey would like to have a word with you.” he said, excusing Harry from the Great Hall.

Harry nodded and stood, closely followed by Draco. Ron and Hermione also stood, and the four of them left the Great Hall, towards the Infirmary. Harry was, again, lost in his thoughts. Draco smiled a little and gave Harry’s hand a reassuring squeeze. Harry smiled back as they walked into the Infirmary.

“Ah, Mr. Potter and company.” Madam Pomfrey greeted. “Please, follow me.” she suggested, leading them into the Infirmary. “The blood tests are finished, now, and we’ll have our first glimpse at it. Then, we’ll do an ultra-sound on the baby. Alright?” she asked, but didn’t wait for an answer. “Alright. In here,” she gestured to a space with the privacy curtain drawn.

Harry was hesitant, so Ron stepped up and softly placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder before walking in. Harry went in after that, Draco right behind him. Hermione and Madam Pomfrey were the last to go in.

Ginny was sitting on her bed in a hospital gown, and looking bored. She must have been there all day. Dean was sitting in a chair next to the bed, looking much the same. Dean looked up at Harry and nodded to him. Harry nodded back.

“Yes, well.” Madam Pomfrey cleared the awkward silence. “Here are the results.” she said, holding a folded piece of parchment, “Harry, dear, is there anyone in this room you don’t want to know any information about the baby?” she asked respectively. Harry looked around the room; it was only he, Draco, Ron, Hermione, Dean, and Ginny. He looked back over to Madam Pomfrey, and shook his head. “Alright, what about you, Ms. Weasley?”

Ginny’s gaze snapped up to Draco. “I don’t want Malfoy here,” she nearly snarled.

Madam Pomfrey looked over at Harry and Draco; Harry was looking scathingly at Ginny, and Draco was plain fuming. “He’s staying,” Harry told her. “He’s my boyfriend now, and he’ll be affected as much by this as anyone else in here, save Madam Pomfrey.” he shot back.

Madam Pomfrey nodded at Ginny. “Harry’s got a point, Ms. Weasley. Mr. Malfoy has the right to be here.” Ginny huffed. “Well, then. If that’s settled, maybe you should take a seat, Harry, dear.” she suggested worriedly. Draco moved over to a seat and had Harry sit in his lap. Madam Pomfrey took a deep, deep breath, like everyone else did.

Hermione crossed her fingers and was whispering pleas under her breath. Dean was wringing his hands on his lap, to anxious to sit still. Ginny was on the bed, trying to determine who the father was. Harry was sitting tensely in Draco’s lap; his hand holding tightly onto Draco’s, who was holding tightly back.

Madam Pomfrey took one last, deep breath and opened the folded parchment. She scanned the words for a moment, before opening her mouth to speak. Harry’s heart stopped as she read, “The baby’s father is…”

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AH HA! Evil cliffie, but I had to do it! This chapter just SCREAMED cliffie. Oh, and I want to ask my loyal readers a few questions:

1. Do you want this story to be a MPREG?
2. Who's baby is it? Guess right and I'll send you an H/D pic!

Hope you all review to answer the questions, at least. Next chapter should be up soon. Again, I'm sorry for the long wait. I've been busy the past...month.

Slashy Snitch