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 is, let me know and I will be sure to slap her. Thx!

*Before I resoind to individual reviews, I would like to thank all 22 reviewers for your fabulous encouragement and help with names and such. You all are what makes me write more, you know!*

To Reviewer Kyande: I am SO taking your idea for looks for the child. YOU ROCK!

To Reviewer LazyCrazyKitten: ::sigh:: I'm always using your ideas. You know, I think that a large, LARGE amount of this story is dedicated to you. Great suggestions you have.

To Reviewer Bron: I'll send you a pic, sure! You got it paritally right. I need your email; the one you posted doesn't look like it's valid...

To Reviewer BRM: I know! I was laughing, too.

To Reviewer Sammy: Wow. Thanks a bunch for the extended review. That was really, really nice of you. I think it'll be just about where it leaves off, maybe a few months ahead. I'm going to give some information on that at the end of the chapter, okay? =) As for your names: I liked a lot of them, but I for sure am not using Alexander. I'm writing a new story and the name Alexander is in there. I don't want to be repetitive. Nice suggestions, though.

To Reviewer Anon: What a unique name! That's pretty...I might use that! Hmmm...

To Reviewer AmyOrdinary: It might be more than five chapters...x__x I had a revelation last night...Check at the end of the story for more information.

To Reviewer Holly: ::wipes sweat from brow:: PHEW! No more running from the spork...That was getting tiring, especially with carrying my laptop around and typing as I ran...It'll be a lot easier, now...

To Reviewer Jaklyn Toki: OHHH! OverProtective!Draco...I LIKE IT! AH HA! Thanks for that.

A/N: Alright, so...there goes that. This chapter is mainly about an emotional break down with Harry, a hickey, a bottle of water, and Lucius Malfoy. Don't say I didn't warn you. Next chapter is going to be a hoot! I'm probably going to start it write away! (Get it? write away?!?!?!?!) Okay, that was OFFICIALLY the lamest k=joke yet. ::sigh::


Chapter 18: Numb.

Draco’s eyes fluttered open early the next morning, to the most beautiful person sleeping on his arm, snuggled deep in his chest. Harry’s ebony hair was still wild from last night’s events, his luscious red lips parted in his sleep for breathing. Draco lifted his other arm - the one Harry wasn’t sleeping on - and moved it to Harry’s chest, then began to let it roam over Harry’s small figure.

He smiled as he remembered their shared emotions the night before; how both had confessed there love for the other, and how the feeling was equally mutual. Draco could only imagine, now, what his and Harry’s life would hold. They were only sixteen, yet they had found someone to love, who loved them back.

Harry’s golden chest rose and fell slightly in his sleeping state, and Draco’s hands continued to roam over Harry’s body. Harry’s sides, his abs, arms, just anything to be touching his Harry. Draco then realized that he was still inside Harry, though he wasn’t hard. Draco smiled amusingly to himself; he didn’t know when he’d be able to get hard again. Last night had taken a lot out of him, and Harry as well, he was sure.

Draco didn’t feel like moving at all; it was so peaceful to just listen to the pitter-patter of the rain on the windows of the Head Boy room, Harry sleeping right through it. There were flashes of lightning occasionally, and the soft rumble of thunder afterwards. Draco continued to listen to the nature’s music as he stared at Harry; the soft lullaby eventually putting him back to sleep.

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When he next awoke, Harry was still sleeping next to him, and Draco let out a soft sigh of relief. For some reason, he kept thinking that it was too good to be true, and that Harry would jump out of bed and deny that last night had ever happened. It was a terrible thought, but now that Draco actually had his Harry, he was scared to lose him.

Harry’s eyelids fluttered softly, making Draco smile at him. Behind those eyelids were the two prettiest green eyes he’d ever seen, especially when they looked at him longingly, like they had last night. But Draco also liked when Harry smiled, because his eyes seemed to smile with him, and it was just a magnificent sight to see Harry’s face aglow. Draco smiled again, this time remembering Harry’s face yesterday when he was laughing about Ginny marrying Colin. Now that was a great sight.

Draco vaguely wondered what time it was, but couldn’t tear himself away from watching his raven-haired Adonis sleep to check the clock. As Draco continued to watch Harry, he saw Harry’s eyelids part and his sleepy green eyes land on his face. Draco smiled softly to Harry, and brought his hand up to caress his face caringly as Harry slowly woke up.

Harry breathed deeply in and out a few more times, before closing his eyes and reopening them a few seconds later. Harry sighed out, “Draco,” in a very exhausted manner. He shut his eyes again and continued to breath deeply, his face near Draco’s chest. The rain, thunder, and lightning all continued outside, completely down casting anyone’s mood that didn’t like thunder storms.

Draco immediately became worried. Harry sounded so weak; what was wrong? “Harry?” Draco asked, propping himself on an elbow to look down at his boyfriend. “Harry, what’s wrong? Are you alright?” he asked, still caressing Harry’s face and hair.

Harry continued to just breathe; his eyes shut for a few moments longer. Draco was about to ask again, thinking Harry hadn’t heard him, when Harry’s eyes opened again. They looked really, really tired, exhausted, and weak-looking. It was very unnerving to Draco, who had only ever seen Harry’s eyes strong with determination. “Draco,” Harry breathed in a whisper, blinking his eyes slowly.

Draco laid back down and held tightly onto his Harry, looking completely worried. “I’m here, Harry.” Draco breathed. “What’s wrong? Tell me what’s wrong, Harry.” Draco pleaded, holding Harry close and continuing his soft touches.

Harry breathed in and out a couple more times before answering, “I feel different today,” and closing his eyes again. “Don’t really understand it, Draco.” he mumbled, “Feel so different. I’m not in pain, but…I feel so tired, like I’m using up energy way too fast.” he told Draco, still trying to stay awake.

It took Draco all but a few seconds to realize and come to the conclusion that that wasn’t normal. Draco carefully slid out of Harry’s anal passage with a slight ‘pop’ as the tight outer ring became smaller, no longer stretched by Draco. Draco got out of bed an grabbed his wand, quickly and efficiently cleaning he and Harry. Then, he began grabbing clean clothes; he was going to take Harry to the Infirmary. Something wasn’t right.

Draco took the gathered clothes over to the now-clean bed, and placed his and Harry’s clothes in a different pile. He looked back over at Harry, who’s eyes had again slipped closed. It was difficult to tell whether Harry was awake or not.

“Harry?” Draco asked, putting on his clothes. He had took some of Harry’s nicer clothes and put a small enlargement charm on them, making them fit Draco’s sculpted body perfectly. Harry’s eyelids parted with difficulty as Harry turned to look at Draco. “Harry, you need to stay awake, alright, baby?” he asked of his boyfriend, zipping up his pants. “I’m going to take you to the Hospital Wing, Harry. There’s something wrong and I want to know what. You said you aren’t in any pain?” Draco asked worriedly as he slipped on some clean socks and his shoes.

Harry weakly shook his head. “Just tired,” Harry said quietly. “Feels so different, Draco.” Harry muttered.

Draco stood after he was properly dressed and grabbed some clothes he’d picked out for Harry. They were some of the looser-fitting clothing, since he didn’t want Harry to be all uncomfortable. Plus, Madam Pomfrey might want to do tests on Harry, and usually it was better if the patient wore looser clothing.

“You’re going to be fine, Harry.” Draco assured, more to himself than Harry. “I’m going to carry you to the Infirmary; I don’t think you’re in a well enough state to be Apparating.” he babbled, dressing Harry carefully.

Harry breathed in deeply, then let it out. He continued that routine as Draco dressed him tenderly. Draco had just put on his pants, and was zipping them up when Harry whispered, “I love you, Draco.”

Draco looked up to Harry, who was watching him through half lidded eyes. Draco smiled softly, and it was the last thing Harry saw. His vision was going dark, and he only saw Draco’s smiling face and worried expression. Harry struggled to stay awake, trying to do what Draco had asked him to but the pull was so strong, calling him to sleep. He was centimeters from unconsciousness, and the last thing he heard before the darkness took him was “I love you, too, Harry.”

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Black. Nothing. Emptiness. Harry couldn’t see anything. He was sure he’d opened his eyes, yet there was nothing to see. His whole body felt numb, though he could tell he was laying on something, but what it was he couldn’t tell.

Harry lay there for a minute, and tried to talk. He couldn’t speak, or at least he didn’t think he could. Since his whole body was numb, Harry didn’t think it wise to try to sit up or roll over. That could be hurtful when he regained feeling of his body. Suddenly, Harry heard voices nearby. He couldn’t see anything, still, but he heard voices. They were somewhere next to him!

“…Unknown symptoms…”

“…Felt weak; I didn’t know what else to do…”

“…Magic is shared…”

“…No living relatives…”

“…Must be kept safe…”

“…Needs help…”

“…Unknown symptoms…”

Harry only got a few segments of the conversation, though he was sure there were three people talking. He couldn’t recognize the voices, but by the contents of some of the sentences, he knew one was Draco.

He needed to tell them he was awake, but how? Harry decided that, even though he was numb and may move in a wrong angle, he’d move anyway. He concentrated on moving his hand off whatever he was laying on, then dropping it back down. Harry tried to do it repeatedly, but how many times he’d done it, he didn’t know.

“…Waking up…”

“…Can’t see…blind folded…light will hurt his head…”

“…Harry, I’m here…”

Draco! That last, it was Draco! Everything was becoming slightly clearer, but he still couldn’t see. Hadn’t someone said he was blindfolded? Suddenly, he felt his numb lips be parted and something tasteless was slipped down his throat. Harry knew in the back of his head it was a potion.

“Harry, can you hear me?” Draco asked, “The potion was supposed to clear your head a little, baby, but you’re probably still numb. It’s a good thing Madam Pomfrey numbed you before the pain started.” he said, wiping Harry’s hair out of his face.

‘Draco,’ Harry mouthed, or at least tried to, he wasn’t sure if that’s what his lips had formed to or not. Question after question arose in Harry’s mind, like: Why was he numb? What pain? Where was he? Though, the answer to that was probably the Infirmary. That’s where Draco had said he was taking him. What was wrong with him? How long had he been knocked out this time?

“Yes, Harry,” Draco breathed, “I’m here, baby. I’m here.” Draco said to him. He was holding Harry’s hand, though Harry probably couldn’t feel it. “I know you’re probably really confused and have a million questions right now, but we really don’t know much. Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey were here, but now it’s just you and me, baby.” Draco said, stroking Harry’s hand in his.

Draco sighed. “Before I begin, Harry, I want you to squeeze my hand every once in a while, that way I know you’re still awake. Alright?” he asked, and Harry lightly squeezed Draco’s hand. “Alright. Well, when I brought you here, the Infirmary, I told Madam Pomfrey your symptoms and she called it a case of exhaustion. But then,” Draco paused for a brief moment, “Then, she ran a check over you, and somehow found out that your next symptom, after tiredness, was going to be pain. So she numbed your body.” Draco explained.

Harry squeezed Draco’s fingers again. Alright, so he was tired, and supposed to be in pain, but he wasn’t…what next? “Madam Pomfrey bandaged your eyes, just in case the light would hurt. That’s why you can’t see. We…” Draco trailed off, so Harry squeezed his hand again, “We aren’t sure why you can’t talk, but we figured you would have if you could. Can you?” he asked, stroking Harry’s face with the hand that wasn’t holding Harry’s.

Harry opened his mouth slightly, and tried to produce sound. Really, the only thing that came from his voice-box was a groan. Draco perked up slightly, “Do you want some water?” he asked, hoping Harry could talk to him. Harry squeezed his hand in reply. Draco grabbed a water bottle nearby, and gently placed it to Harry’s bottom lip. “I know you can’t feel it, but if it spills out of your mouth, I’ll clean it. Just start swallowing, I’m going to pour now.”

Harry began swallowing, and he felt the cold water go down his throat. Harry couldn’t really tell if he’d spilt any, but reckoned he did, since he heard Draco mumble a cleaning spell under his breath. Draco pulled the water away and recapped it, then took Harry’s hand again. “Draco,” Harry croaked. His voice sounded foreign to himself, but it was a voice, nonetheless.

Draco smiled, “Yeah, that’s better, isn’t it?” he asked, holding Harry’s hand. Harry nodded slightly. “How do you feel?”

Harry laid there for a minute before replying, “Numb.” Draco chuckled. “I can’t see anything, and I feel really exhausted. But, I can’t sleep…” he trailed off, confusing himself. “Can you tell me what’s wrong with me?” he almost sobbed. He didn’t know why, but his emotions were over boiling at the moment.

Draco immediately quieted the sobbing boy, “Shh, Harry.” Draco soothed, stroking Harry’s hair, “We don’t know exactly what’s wrong, and it’s killing me,” Draco said. Harry couldn’t see, but he could almost feel Draco wince. “To know that you’re so tired, and you should be in pain…the readings said the pain would be that to rival Crucio.” Draco took a deep breath. “The only thing that Madam Pomfrey has found out, to my knowledge, is that the reason you’re so weak, is because you’re…well, sharing your magic with someone.”

Harry kept listening. “Sharing my magic?” he asked in a whisper; his voice wasn’t steady. “How can I s-share my magic? And who am I sharing it with?”

Draco sighed softly. “Well, Madam Pomfrey says it’s a relative. A magical, blood-relative.”

“But the Dursley’s, they aren’t magical.” Harry stated, plainly confused.

Draco nodded, “I know,” he said, “I tried to tell her that. Now, she and Dumbledore are searching through some of the Malfoy’s Ancestry books.” Draco explained, “Father was here earlier. He wishes your speedy recovery.”

Harry was shocked. “Lucius Malfoy wished me to recover? Merlin, I wonder if he’s under mind control,” Harry pondered teasingly, his voice slightly hoarse.

Draco chuckled, “Of course not, Harry. He supports me and my decisions, so when I told him I loved you, he…well,” Draco leapt into story mode, “First, he told my mother, and then she had to come to Hogwarts to tell me how proud she was and that she wants tons and tons of grandchildren to run around the Manor.” Harry smiled. “Then she was telling me a bunch of drabble of plans and…things. But anyway,” Draco dodged, “Father was sitting here with me for a couple of hours, until Madam Pomfrey came back and requested his assistance with the books.”

“They’re searching my dad’s family, then?”

Draco nodded, but then remembered Harry couldn’t see it. “Yeah, it’ll be about an hour or so before they go through the entire thing.”

Harry sighed silently, “How long have they been checking it?” he asked, secretly wanting another drink of water.

Draco smiled softly, “About a day now,” he admitted. “Of course, they’ve taken short breaks, and gotten some sleep, but other than that, they’ve been working nonstop.” he said. Harry opened his mouth to ask something, when Draco answered for him, “Four days, Harry.” he sighed, “You’ve been unconscious for four days. Madam Pomfrey says you may not be ready for school to start; it’s Saturday and school starts Monday, if you recall.” Harry nodded in shock.

“What’s happened in those four days?” he asked, trying to keep himself awake again. The drowsiness was returning.

“Nothing much, really. Madam Pomfrey wouldn’t let you have any visitors until she was sure you weren’t contagious, so Weasley and Granger didn’t see you. They aren’t here anymore, though.”

Harry panicked. “What?! Not here? Where -”

“Harry, calm down,” Draco interrupted, “I meant that Weasley and Granger are at The Burrow.” he explained. Harry sighed in relief and relaxed. “Weaslette and Creevy were taken out of school because of the bonding, and it was completely Weaslette’s mum’s idea. They’re going to get their homework via owl, and they’ve got volunteer tutors going over there daily.” he continued. Harry sighed in relief again; he was wondering how they’d pay for it. “Granger and Weasley are there for moral support and will be back tomorrow.” Here, Draco chuckled, “Harry, you should have seen Weaslette; she’s inflating like a balloon!”

Harry giggled quietly. “I wish I could’ve.” he whispered. “Hey, Draco?” Harry asked sheepishly, feeling his cheeks become a little warm.

Draco immediately sobered. “What is it, Harry?” he asked, wondering why Harry was blushing.

Harry continued to blush as he squeezed Draco’s hand cautiously. “Well, I…I wanted to ask you a few questions, actually.” Harry sighed and continued to blush as he asked in a mumble, “Can I have another drink of water?”

“Aw, Harry.” Draco breathed as he grabbed the water bottle for his boyfriend, “You don’t have to blush; asking for water is nothing to be embarrassed about.” he said as he poured the water carefully down Harry’s mouth. Draco again muttered the cleaning spell as he pulled the water away from Harry’s lips. “Better?” he asked.

Harry nodded. “I wanted to ask you something else,” Harry admitted softly. “Well, if I don’t go back to school on time, you know, because of this, well…” Harry took a deep breath and asked, “Iwaswonderingifyouwouldtutorme.” all really fast so the words blended together.

Draco chuckled quietly. “Of course I’ll tutor you, Harry.” Draco purred softly. Harry smiled happily. “Do you think, maybe, we could take your bandages on your eyes off? I mean, I could turn off all the lights so there’s only a little coming from the window, and maybe you could see me. I - I want to see your pretty eyes,” Draco said, stroking Harry’s hair.

Harry nodded. “We can try,” he said softly. Draco quickly turned off all the stationed lights by Harry’s bed. It was relatively dark, save the light from the window. Draco then carefully peeled away Harry’s bandages and let them fall cautiously from his eyes. Harry watched as Draco’s face became revealed, his platinum blonde hair fixed neatly to mid-ear, and his blue-gray eyes worriedly looking at him. “Draco,” Harry breathed, smiling.

Draco smiled then, too. “Harry,” he said back. “Are you alright? It doesn’t hurt, does it?” he asked fearfully, holding one of Harry’s hands with one of his own, and the other hand stroking Harry’s ebony hair out of his face.

Harry shook his head. “Nothing hurts, Draco.” Harry assured, closing his eyes briefly. “But the drowsiness is coming back.” Harry closed his eyes desperately, already feeling the tears in the back of his eyes. Draco stroked his hair, and Harry thought he could feel the soft strokes to his skin, even though his face was numb. Harry sobbed and a tear ran down his face, “Merlin, Draco, why me?” he asked desperately. “I’m always in here,” he sobbed, looking around the Infirmary, “And it’s always me that has something completely new, that no one else has had yet; I just want to be normal, Draco.” Harry continued to sob as Draco sadly stroked his hair, “I just want to be like you,” he whispered, still crying, then let the darkness envelop him once again.

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Talking. Talking was what woke him next, and Harry fought to pay attention. It wasn’t Draco, that much he was certain, so Harry didn’t open his eyes or talk back, or even let the talker know he was awake. It wasn’t Draco, so he didn’t want to talk to them.

“…Said ‘It’s just a table’…‘No disease,’…Pfft, I tried to tell them…All Malfoy’s fault, Harry…I’ll get revenge for you…It’s all Malfoy’s fault…I’ve got to go…I’ll get revenge…”

Harry just couldn’t make out the voice. It was spoken close to his ear, or so it sounded, and he knew the voice from somewhere…but who? The only thing Harry was certain of was that it wasn’t Draco. Speaking of Draco, where was he?

As soon as Harry was sure the mystery person was gone, he slowly opened his eyes. Harry realized his body wasn’t numb anymore, so he sat up carefully and looked around. Sadly, there wasn’t much to look at; the privacy curtains were drawn. “Draco?” Harry asked quietly. No one answered. “Draco, are you here somewhere?” he asked again, slightly louder. Harry sighed and laid gently back on his bed. Harry suddenly thought of something, and reached his hand into his jeans pocket. Luckily, Draco had put the same pants Harry had been wearing on him, and he still had the Locator. Harry sat up and carefully propped himself on the pillows, then whispered “Draco Malfoy,” into the coin again.

Immediately, a piece of parchment - significantly larger than the last one - appeared out of thin air above the coin. Harry grabbed the parchment and read silently to himself:

‘Name: Draco Malfoy. Location: Potions Classroom, Dungeons, Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Why: Potions Class. Who: Professor Severus Snape and collected students. Time: Fifty-eight minutes.’

Harry groaned. Potions class? That meant school had started. That sucked. At least Draco would be out in a few minutes, and hopefully he would come see him. Harry laid back on his pillows; he was certainly feeling better now. The drowsiness was nearly gone, so it felt, and he wasn’t in any pain. Harry chuckled to himself. He was probably just over reacting; the great sex the night before the symptoms probably wore him out. Harry continued to smile as he tenderly placed his hand on his neck, over the hickey Draco had left.

Harry’s eyes became wide. It was huge! Well, sure, Harry knew it would be big, but that meant that whoever had come to see him…Madam Pomfrey, Dumbledore, the mystery person, Lucius Malfoy…they all had probably seen it! Harry groaned as he tenderly touched the mark. He couldn’t believe it was still there.

Harry sighed and let his hand drop back down onto his bed in the Infirmary. He suddenly noticed his thirst, and looked around for the water bottle Draco had him drink out of last time. Harry looked to his left, and saw three bottles of water on his end table, and eagerly grabbed one. Harry untwisted the cap and drank the charmed-cold water, and couldn’t help himself from drinking it all at one time.

“Thirsty, Harry?” a voice asked, causing Harry to jump and spill some of his water. Harry sheepishly brought the bottle down from his mouth and was happy to see Draco there, smiling at him. Harry nodded and recapped the empty bottle. Draco moved over to the side of the bed and sat down in a chair, then chuckled and muttered a cleaning spell again. “I’m glad you’re awake.” Draco said, stroking Harry’s hair again. “How do you feel?”

Harry sighed at the hand stroking his hair; it was really nice that he could actually feel it. “I feel well today, Draco.” Harry replied truthfully. “A lot better than previously, actually. I’ll bet I was just exhausted from…well, I’m sure you remember.” Harry blushed.

Draco smiled amusingly and touched Harry’s hickey on his neck. “Oh, I remember, alright.” Draco purred seductively. Harry chuckled quietly. “Father was quite impressed with it, you know.” he said, smiling. Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco, until he understood. Harry’s eyes became wide and he tried to say something, anything, but he just continued to splutter. Draco chuckled. “By the way, I’ve got a lot of homework for you and I to do later. Surprisingly, you and I are in the same classes.”

Harry nodded. “Ah, Mr. Potter.” Harry snapped his gaze to the privacy curtains, where Lucius Malfoy stepped in, followed by Madam Pomfrey. “Good to see you awake. How are you feeling?” Lucius asked politely, sitting in a chair by the curtain.

Harry nodded nervously. “I - I’m well,” he stuttered softly.

Madam Pomfrey bustled hurriedly over to Harry and shoved a thermometer in his mouth, then proceeded to take his blood pressure and feel his pulse. Madam Pomfrey nodded approvingly. “Blood pressure’s normal, but your pulse is a little low. That’s just from the drainage of magic, though, Harry.” she assured. She took out the thermometer from his mouth and read, “95.9” she tisk’d. “It’s low, but I expect it’s again because of your magic. You do look awfully pale, Harry.”

Harry nodded sheepishly. “Do you know who I’m sharing my magic with yet?” he asked, hoping they’d figured it out.

Lucius shook his head. “I’m sorry, Mr. Potter, but we haven’t had any luck with finding any close enough family. The closest thing would be my wife, since she was a Black at one time.” Lucius answered.

Harry sat up a little more. “But, the Blacks…they’re related to the Weasley’s, right?” Draco nodded at him. “Well, Ginny’s having a baby, could that -”

Madam Pomfrey shook her head, effectively stopping Harry. “No, Harry. Ms. Weasley is, in fact, also sharing her magic, but it is with her own child.” she stated matter-of-factly. “I imagine Mr. Creevy is even sharing a small amount with the child, though he won’t feel the effects of it as much as Ms. Weasley does.”

Harry nodded. Just then, Lucius stood up abruptly, causing Harry and Draco to start. “Mr. Potter, what did you say your symptoms were?” he asked with a thoughtful expression.

Harry cleared his throat softly and replied, “Er, tiredness and...pain. There was supposed to be pain, I think, but Madam Pomfrey numbed me.”

Lucius nodded, turning to Madam Pomfrey. It was clear he knew something, and was just wanting everyone else to find it, too. “And Poppy, what are the side-effects Ms. Weasley and Mr. Creevy are going through?” he asked purposefully.

Madam Pomfrey looked thoughtful as well as she listed off symptoms. “Well, Ms. Weasley could be experiencing temperature changes, weakness, inability to stand, dizziness, and uncontrolled emotions.” she stated, counting them off on her fingers. Draco’s eyes were wide. He wasn’t that thick. He knew what his father was getting at. “And Mr. Creevy could be going through some light-headedness and extreme worry. Sometimes inability to pay attention, as well.” she looked over to Lucius. “Why do you ask?”

Lucius sighed and shook his head. Draco looked wide-eyed over to Harry, who was looking confused. “That got us absolutely no where fast.” Harry said, laying back on the pillows.

Draco nearly fell out of his chair in exasperation. “Harry, you don’t get it, do you?” he asked disbelievingly.

“Get what?” Harry questioned in return.

Madam Pomfrey’s eyes became comically wide. “Oh, Mr. Malfoy,” she said to Lucius, chuckling nervously, “You can’t possibly think that young Harry is…” she trailed off.

Harry sat up. “I’m what?” he asked, looking around the room. “What? What do you all know that I don’t?!” he exclaimed, wanting to know. He hated being left out.

“Run the spell, then, Madam Pomfrey!” Draco exclaimed. “Come on, the spell that’s really accurate; test him!”

Harry looked at Draco, then to Madam Pomfrey repeatedly. “What spell? Run it on who? Test for what?!” he asked desperately, “Will someone please tell me what’s going on?!? Don’t leave the Gryffindor in the dark!” he pouted.

Draco smiled at his clueless boyfriend and took Harry’s hand as Madam Pomfrey preformed the spell. “Harry, we think you’re -”

“Pregnant!” Madam Pomfrey finished as she put her wand back in her robes.

Harry spluttered and shook his head. “What are you talking about?” he asked the room. “Guys can’t get pregnant; you’re all off your rockers.” he denied, taking his hand out of Draco’s and stubbornly crossing his arms over his chest.

Draco was beaming at Harry. “Harry,” he started in a whisper. “Harry, you…you’re pregnant.” he whispered happily, tearing up.

Harry carefully looked over at Draco and let his hands fall to his lap. “You’re all serious.” it wasn’t a question. Madam Pomfrey nodded. Harry looked over at Draco, who was still looking at him in wonder. Harry looked down at his own stomach and put a hand over his mouth. “I - I’m pregnant.” he whispered to himself, placing a hand over his still-flat tummy.

Draco got off his chair and stood, then wrapped his hands around Harry. “Merlin, Harry.” Draco exclaimed, “I was so worried there was something wrong with you, but now…” Draco sighed happily, “Oh, you’re pregnant with our child.” he stated again. Harry was still in wonder, and gently hugged Draco back.

Lucius came over to Draco and eased a hand on his shoulder. Draco pulled away from Harry and stood next to him, while Harry looked up at the two blondes. “Mr. Potter,” Lucius started, “I believe you remember what happens when a pureblood gets someone pregnant?” he asked with a small smile.

Harry’s jaw dropped and looked up at Draco, who - obviously - too had forgotten. Harry kicked the covers off himself and stood, wrapping his hands around Draco’s neck as Draco’s arms caught him around the waist. “We’re going to be married, Harry.” Draco whispered happily into Harry’s ear. "I love you, Harry Malfoy."

Harry breathed out in satisfaction as Draco held him. Nothing had ever felt or sounded so right.

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So, how was that? I took a reviewer's suggestion to have Harry not believe that guys could get pregnant, but I didn't really drag it out any. Ah, well. I know you are all happy for the quick update; I'm really excited to keep posting, because I want to know what happens...lol.

Now, about the sequal. I plan on making it a few months into Harry's pregnancy, and it's really what ties everything in. You all remember Harry's 'Demi-God' Powers? Thet come back into play, as well as a weird twist with Draco. THe Quidditch Accident is linked back to, too. A battle between Harry and Voldemort...BUT WAIT! Harry's pregnant. Uh oh...And much more to come in my exciting sequal! HA HA!

I hope you all review!

Slashy Snitch