The Consequences of Solutions
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
20,271
Reviews:
113
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Chapter Seventeen
Harry was alone lying on his bed in the Gryffindor Tower boy’s dorm. He was feeling desperately tired, and he just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different in him. Hermione and Ron had decided to stay one more day, but Harry was sure it was because Hermione wanted to watch him almost constantly, as she had been for the past two and a half weeks. She wouldn’t tell him WHY though.
He knew there was probably something wrong with him…he probably had the flu. And maybe Hermione just wanted to make sure he would be ok. She sometimes did get rather motherly.
He brought his arm up over his eyes to shield them from the light that suddenly appeared with Hermione. “Harry, please, you have to go to Madam Pomfrey.”
“I don’t want to Hermione. Just let me sleep.”
Hermione was about to launch into another lecture about how Harry had to take care of himself because he was the Hero of the Wizarding world and people looked up to him and respected him…but she stopped as Harry suddenly lurched up and ran for the boy’s bathroom.
Flinging himself at the nearest toilet, he threw up until his stomach was empty and then slumped against the toilet, too tired to even reach for his wand for a cleaning spell. His mouth tasted horrible.
Hermione stood in the doorway staring at him. “I KNEW IT!” She shrieked.
“You knew what?” Harry asked, after wincing at the sharpness and loudness of her voice.
“Harry, don’t tell me you don’t see it. You’re…”
-XxX-
Draco’s father was pacing back and forth in front of the bed Draco was laid out on. His stomach was still feeling very queasy, and he knew he would probably be for quite a while. About seven and a half months more, to be more precise.
His father stopped, turned to face him looking stern, and then resumed his pacing. His mother sat by his side, running a cool damp cloth over his face and neck. Draco loved his mother. She never once pushed him away for any reason. She was always helping him, finding ways for him to get what he wanted. He knew she would love him no matter what. His father on the other hand…
“Draco, tell me you know who the father is.” His mother spoke quietly.
“Of course I do mother, I’m not a whore. I’ve only slept with one person.”
His mother nodded - trying to be understanding - when all she really wanted was to pry the information out of her pregnant son. Her pregnant son. How had that happened!?
“How in the WORLD did you get pregnant anyway?”
“Well…it’s rather embarrassing…”
“Draco Lucius Malfoy! You had better tell us everything before I disown you!” His father yelled.
“Yes father.” Draco said, pouting to himself.
-XxX-
In the end, they had had to call in a Mediwitch for a pregnancy test. Poppy Pomfrey stepped through the Malfoy Floo network, frowning as she dusted the soot off her dress. She detested dirt.
After taking a sample of the developing pregnancy’s magical energy, she stared down at the results with a look on her face that did not show surprise, as many other faces would have.
“Mr. Malfoy,” she addressed Lucius. “It is my duty to inform you that the father of these children is one Harry James Potter.”
“HARRY POTTER!!!!?!?!” His father boomed. Draco hid his head under a pillow.
After a moment of frantic pacing he stopped, turned to face Madam Pomfrey again and said. “These children? More then one?!”
Oh yes, Mr. Malfoy. Congratulations. You’re going to be a grandfather to twins.
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Sorry about all the cliffhangers. I would love to be able to update this for you guys all the time, but I have college and work and this little thing called a life…yeah I know it’s weird.
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He knew there was probably something wrong with him…he probably had the flu. And maybe Hermione just wanted to make sure he would be ok. She sometimes did get rather motherly.
He brought his arm up over his eyes to shield them from the light that suddenly appeared with Hermione. “Harry, please, you have to go to Madam Pomfrey.”
“I don’t want to Hermione. Just let me sleep.”
Hermione was about to launch into another lecture about how Harry had to take care of himself because he was the Hero of the Wizarding world and people looked up to him and respected him…but she stopped as Harry suddenly lurched up and ran for the boy’s bathroom.
Flinging himself at the nearest toilet, he threw up until his stomach was empty and then slumped against the toilet, too tired to even reach for his wand for a cleaning spell. His mouth tasted horrible.
Hermione stood in the doorway staring at him. “I KNEW IT!” She shrieked.
“You knew what?” Harry asked, after wincing at the sharpness and loudness of her voice.
“Harry, don’t tell me you don’t see it. You’re…”
-XxX-
Draco’s father was pacing back and forth in front of the bed Draco was laid out on. His stomach was still feeling very queasy, and he knew he would probably be for quite a while. About seven and a half months more, to be more precise.
His father stopped, turned to face him looking stern, and then resumed his pacing. His mother sat by his side, running a cool damp cloth over his face and neck. Draco loved his mother. She never once pushed him away for any reason. She was always helping him, finding ways for him to get what he wanted. He knew she would love him no matter what. His father on the other hand…
“Draco, tell me you know who the father is.” His mother spoke quietly.
“Of course I do mother, I’m not a whore. I’ve only slept with one person.”
His mother nodded - trying to be understanding - when all she really wanted was to pry the information out of her pregnant son. Her pregnant son. How had that happened!?
“How in the WORLD did you get pregnant anyway?”
“Well…it’s rather embarrassing…”
“Draco Lucius Malfoy! You had better tell us everything before I disown you!” His father yelled.
“Yes father.” Draco said, pouting to himself.
-XxX-
In the end, they had had to call in a Mediwitch for a pregnancy test. Poppy Pomfrey stepped through the Malfoy Floo network, frowning as she dusted the soot off her dress. She detested dirt.
After taking a sample of the developing pregnancy’s magical energy, she stared down at the results with a look on her face that did not show surprise, as many other faces would have.
“Mr. Malfoy,” she addressed Lucius. “It is my duty to inform you that the father of these children is one Harry James Potter.”
“HARRY POTTER!!!!?!?!” His father boomed. Draco hid his head under a pillow.
After a moment of frantic pacing he stopped, turned to face Madam Pomfrey again and said. “These children? More then one?!”
Oh yes, Mr. Malfoy. Congratulations. You’re going to be a grandfather to twins.
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Sorry about all the cliffhangers. I would love to be able to update this for you guys all the time, but I have college and work and this little thing called a life…yeah I know it’s weird.
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