The Consequences of Solutions
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
20,272
Reviews:
113
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Eighteen
Harry was sitting in on the cot while Madam Pomfrey fussed around mixing some potion for his upset stomach. Hermione sat beside him, glaring at him. He knew what it meant. She wanted him to ask Madam Pomfrey for the pregnancy test spell. But why should he do that, if as he knew, boys couldn’t get pregnant! For a girl who always claimed to be right, Hermione sure was off her rocker right now.
He groaned as his stomach began to rebel again. He knew at this rate he probably would be too sick to eat a proper supper, and he would really miss not eating those yams.
Madam Pomfrey handed him the potion and wandered to the other side of the room, seemingly intent on something else. Both she and Harry knew he had taken so many potions in his short life that he already knew what to do. Harry swallowed down the liquid, surprised that it tasted softly sweet and seemed to sooth his stomach on contact.
He stood up, obviously ready to be on his way, and opened his mouth the thank Madam Pomfrey, when Hermione pushed him down again, glaring at him with that look that told him she would not let up until he did as she said.
Sighing to himself, he cleared his throat and asked the older woman for the test.
“Uh…Madam Pomfrey? Could you…maybe…give me a pregnancy test?” His face scrunched up from the absurdity of it all. Hopefully this would prove Hermione wrong and he could go back to his life and Hermione and Ron could go on their way to wherever they were going for Christmas break.
Surprisingly, Madam Pomfrey did not look at him like he had grown another head. She simply reached into a bag she had come in with and took out the makings, and performed the test like she had been ready for it. Harry knew she hadn’t been there when he got to the Hospital Wing. She had come in a few minutes after he came in with Hermione, looking like she had just returned from a Floo trip. There was still soot staining her clothing. So that had to mean she was performing another pregnancy test for someone else that day.
She finished the test and turned to Harry with the results. Mr. Potter, it is my duty to inform you that you are indeed pregnant. The father is one Draco Lucius Malfoy.”
Harry jerked his head up and went pale. “You can’t be serious.”
“Mr. Potter, I couldn’t be any more serious then I am right now.” Madam Pomfrey informed him, looking down at the shocked young man.
“But…boys don’t get pregnant!” He exclaimed.
“Muggles don’t, but Wizards most certainly do.” Madam Pomfrey informed him, before she turned away to walk into her office for a list of instructions for the pregnant young Gryffindor before her. From the way he was looking before she had left, Madam Pomfrey was sure she would return to a passed out young man and a worried looking Ms. Granger.
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Note: Too short? Oh, but the next chapter will be goooooooooood.
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He groaned as his stomach began to rebel again. He knew at this rate he probably would be too sick to eat a proper supper, and he would really miss not eating those yams.
Madam Pomfrey handed him the potion and wandered to the other side of the room, seemingly intent on something else. Both she and Harry knew he had taken so many potions in his short life that he already knew what to do. Harry swallowed down the liquid, surprised that it tasted softly sweet and seemed to sooth his stomach on contact.
He stood up, obviously ready to be on his way, and opened his mouth the thank Madam Pomfrey, when Hermione pushed him down again, glaring at him with that look that told him she would not let up until he did as she said.
Sighing to himself, he cleared his throat and asked the older woman for the test.
“Uh…Madam Pomfrey? Could you…maybe…give me a pregnancy test?” His face scrunched up from the absurdity of it all. Hopefully this would prove Hermione wrong and he could go back to his life and Hermione and Ron could go on their way to wherever they were going for Christmas break.
Surprisingly, Madam Pomfrey did not look at him like he had grown another head. She simply reached into a bag she had come in with and took out the makings, and performed the test like she had been ready for it. Harry knew she hadn’t been there when he got to the Hospital Wing. She had come in a few minutes after he came in with Hermione, looking like she had just returned from a Floo trip. There was still soot staining her clothing. So that had to mean she was performing another pregnancy test for someone else that day.
She finished the test and turned to Harry with the results. Mr. Potter, it is my duty to inform you that you are indeed pregnant. The father is one Draco Lucius Malfoy.”
Harry jerked his head up and went pale. “You can’t be serious.”
“Mr. Potter, I couldn’t be any more serious then I am right now.” Madam Pomfrey informed him, looking down at the shocked young man.
“But…boys don’t get pregnant!” He exclaimed.
“Muggles don’t, but Wizards most certainly do.” Madam Pomfrey informed him, before she turned away to walk into her office for a list of instructions for the pregnant young Gryffindor before her. From the way he was looking before she had left, Madam Pomfrey was sure she would return to a passed out young man and a worried looking Ms. Granger.
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Note: Too short? Oh, but the next chapter will be goooooooooood.
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