The Prefect\'s Baby

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A/N: Thanks for the reviews the good and the bad.

This chapter is mainly to establish what the relationships in Slytherin were like before everyone finds out about Draco’s pregnancy. Oh, and to use the world clamor because I suddenly became obsessed with that word.

Draco was the first at breakfast the next morning and was able to pretend he had already eaten when Pansy started to question him.

“Ah, don’t you love sixth year!” Blaise said to no one in particular as he sat at the table for breakfast.

“Same as always,” Crabbe said.

“But that’s where you are wrong dear Gregory!”

“What have you been smoking Zabini?” Pansy asked.

“Nothing Nothing at all.”

“You’re awfully cheery.” Goyle stated.

“And that’s mostly because of you!” Blaise smiled.

“What are you talking about?” Draco sighed.

“Well come on! Tell me you didn’t get a good night sleep in your private room Mr. Prefect. I know I did even if I did have to share with Nott. I was still free from all the horrid snoring of Crabbe and Goyle!”

”Hey!” Crabbe said. Draco laughed, “Yeah that’s right I forgot that everyone is split this year. I had been thinking that it was only the Prefects that got room changes.”

“Actually,” Blaise said, “The sixth year prefects only get his or her own room if there are an odd number of students of his or her gender. Right Pansy? You don’t get your own room do you?” (“Shut up Zabini!”) “and even then it’s only Slytherin Prefects who get that privilege.”

“Really? So you mean Weasley and Boot and all of them don’t get their own room?” Goyle asked.

“Nope,” Said Blaise smirking, “They don’t even get split into pairs. It’s because we live in the dungeons and there is more room there.”

“Oh look! Here comes Snape with our schedules.” Pansy said cheerfully.

“Oh Merlin! Care of Magical Creatures first thing!” Pansy frowned once she received her schedule.

“You’re still taking that class?” Asked Goyle.

“Yes. Aren’t you?”

“Well… no.”

“Ah hell, I didn’t get into the NEWT Astronomy class.” Blaise growled.

“I thought you passed that,” Draco said as he opened his own schedule.

“I did but there was a schedule conflict…I suppose I could drop Divination but I’ve always had a thing for Trelawney. You know her big*…”

Draco looked at his schedule and groaned.

Mon:
8-10 Potions
10:15-11:15 Charms
11:30-12:25 lunch
12:30-2:30 Arithmancy

Tue:
8-9 Transfigurations
9:15-11:15 Herbology
11:30-12:25 lunch
12:30-2:30 Ancient Runes

Wed:
8-10 Charms
10:15-11:15 Arithmancy
11:30-12:25 Lunch
12:30-2:30 Dark Arts, Defense Against

Thurs:
8-9 Potions
9:15-11:15 Transfigurations,
11:30-12:25 lunch
12:30-1:30 Ancient Runes.

Fri:
8-9 Herbology
9-11:30 Break
11:30-12:25 Lunch
12:30-1:30 Dark Arts, Defense Against

NEWT Potion’s was first and he hadn’t had time to do research on the effects Potions had on pregnancy.

Draco walked into the Potion’s class and sat next to Blaise who was talking quietly with Theodore. There were not too many students aside from Draco; only Blaise, Theodore, four Ravenclaws, one Gryffindor and two Hufflepuffs were taking potions that year. Before Draco could join in the conversation Blaise and Theodore were holding Snape burst through the door his robes billowing behind him quieting everyone. Draco smiled. Even if only for the way Snape entered potions would always be his favorite class.

Snape watched his class critically as if to give them the chance to leave for a few moments. When no one left he began to speak “I welcome you to NEWT Potions. It thrills me to be rid of your classmates whose abilities were not up to par. And it saddens me that only half, if even, of you will be advancing to NEWT Potions Two.

In the next year we will be making some of the easier potions that may come up on your NEWT and studying the theories of the more difficult ones. This term, although we will be doing others, we will be focusing on some of the more controversial Potions used in the Medicinal Arts; Of those we will be making include the Anti-Intoxication Solution and the Cream of Worm Serum, of those we will be studying include the Mandrake Solution, the Mood Lifting Potion, and the MPP or the Male Pregnancy Potion,” At those words Hermione’s eyes lit up and Draco paled, “that is, we will study the MPP if I can get the approval from the ministry. It’s a rather touchy subject. Anyway, as there are so few of you I will be placing you with partners. You are older now, so I expect no fighting or petty house-rivalry while in this class. And after the Christmas holiday’s I will be mixing you up again so if you don’t like your partner thank Merlin that they will only be so for a little over three months. The couples are as follows: Terry Boot and Blaise Zabini, Mandy Brocklehurst and Hanna Abbott, Ernie Macmillan and Padma Patil, Stephen Cornfoot and Draco Malfoy, and Hermione Granger and Theodore Nott.”

Stephen was all right, Draco decided, he was truly a Ravenclaw he followed ever rule carefully and was overly excited to be getting a chance to make the Invisibility Potion-something that Healers at St. Mungos used to observe patients that were overly paranoid or Anti-Social. After class Draco walked with Blaise and Theodore from the dungeons to the Charms classroom.

Charms was a popular class as well as a hard class to fail so Draco figured that there would most likely be a lot more students then there had been in Potions. When he walked in he saw that he had been right. The class was nearly full to capacity but there were three chairs empty next to the Slytherin girls obviously they had been saving Draco, Blaise and Theodore a seat. “Draco! Good!” Pansy waved the boys over. She was sitting with Millie Bulstrode and Daphne Greengrass.

“Hi Blaise,” Millie said in a would-be, from any other person, sexy voice. Theodore and Draco sniggered. “Merlin, help me,” Blaise sighed and then waved back with a farce smile, “Hi Millie.” Millie, Daphne, and Pansy all burst out giggling.

After Lunch, in which’s time he spent in the library, Draco went to his last class of the day: Arithmancy. It was, aside from absence of the Hufflepuffs filled with the same people that were in his NEWT Potion’s class but unlike Potions there were not many seats in this class, only ten, so he was forced to sit in the fourth row right behind Granger; Boot and Patil were in the very front, Brocklehurst and Stephen Cornfoot in the second, Granger in the third on the left side, and Blaise and Theodore at the back in the fifth.

“So what did you get in your Arithmancy OWL?” Draco could hear Stephen ask Boot.

“An ‘O’ of course. What about you?” Boot said.

“Only an ‘E’. I was dreadfully disappointed.” Stephen admitted.

“Only an ‘E’?” Pitiful.” Terry frowned.

“Alright kiddos,” said Professor Vector said as she came in. Draco rolled his eyes; he hated being called a ‘kiddo’.

That night Draco had his eyes closed and was sitting by the fire in the Slytherin Common Room when a fluffy grey cat jumped on his lap. “Millie!” He screeched, “get your damn cat out of here!”

“It’s the common room Draco.” She said matter-of-factly from where she was sitting with the other Slytherin sixth year girls.

”So?” Draco hissed.

“That means that it doesn’t belong solely to you.” Daphne said.

“Ugh, I’m going to bed. What about you guys?”

“I’m staying up.” Blaise said, “I’m actually beating Ted here at chess!”

“Fine, but don’t be clamoring in the dormitory halls at one in the morning.” Draco sneered.

“I do not clamor! Besides if I really wanted I could clamor in the halls all I wanted at one in the morning.” Blaise said.

“You can always clamor in my room at one in the morning Blaise” Millie said sweetly. Blaise shuddered.

“No, I don’t think so,” Tracy Davis said, “I wouldn’t want him to clamor in our rooms…at any time.”

“Why not!” Blaise gasped. He thought any girl would die to have him clamoring in her room.

“Don’t mind Tracy,” Millie said with an ugly glare at the shorter girl, “She’s just pissed because she didn’t an ‘O’ in potions.”

“Yeah,” Pansy giggled, “She’s angsty because she won’t be able to see Professor Snape very much anymore which lessens her chance of being invited to clamor on his bed.” Tracy blushed.

“UGH! Gross! I don’t even want to think about that kind of clamoring” Crabbe fake puked.

“Ugh, remind me to be careful not to use words like clamor around you people,” Draco rolled his eyes.

“But Tracy wants to clamor as Snape inserts his big, hot, red c…”

“WOW IS IT THAT LATE ALREADY? GUESS I BETTER CLAMOR UP TO BED!” Blaise said jumping to his feet and heading toward the boys dormitories. The rest of the boys stood up nodding and hurriedly followed Blaise up the stairs as Pansy shrieked, “Cock! Snape’s DICK! His PE-NIS thrusting in and out of her virgin pussy!” The other Slytherins looked at her reprovingly.

“Well,” Hermione said as she plopped down into a comfy chair next to Ron and Harry, who were playing chess, in the Gryffindor Common Room after completing her Prefects duties, “He seems completely back to normal. Although he isn’t eating as much as he used to and he wasn’t even at lunch, although maybe with the excitement of the first day back at school….I mean….it must of been rather quite with his father gone and all…”

“What are you talking about Hermione?!” Ron asked confused.

“Malfoy.” She said.

“Oh not Malfoy again,” Harry whined, “just leave him alone.”

“I am going to Harry. That’s what I was saying. He seems to be back to normal so I am not going to worry about it.”

“Good,” Ron said with relief.

The next morning at Breakfast Theodore asked Draco when his turn to do the nightly rounds would come and Draco decided that they would start during the second week as he needed the excuse to be out late that week in order to look in the restricted section when everyone else was gone. Draco was nibbling on some toast when Pansy asked, “What class do we have first Blaise?”

“Gonagall.” Blaise said.

“Oh that whore!” Pansy sneered toward the Staff Table.

“She isn’t a whore.” Millie said.

“Oh are you in love with her?” Pansy spat, “You a lesbian Millie? Did you fuck Davis in your room last night?”

“No I’m not a lesbian. And even if I was Tracy wouldn’t fuck with me she’s in love with Snape. But what about you? Are you a lesbian? Did you fuck with Greengrass? I bet you did you little bitch faced cunt”

“Stop yelling!” Draco shouted. Every since he woke up he had been feeling rather…sensitive.

“Gosh Malfoy we’re only fighting like usual.” Millie said.

“Yeah Dray-co don’t have a House-Elf.” Pansy giggled.

Blaise snorted, “Yeah, could you imagine Malfoy giving birth to a House-Elf!”

Draco blushed causing Pansy to squeal, “Oh Merlin! You’re pregnant with a House-Elfs child.”

“No!” Draco said defensively.

“No, of course not,” Blaise said seriously as he took a bite of toast, “he’s not pregnant. It’s the house-elf that’s pregnant.”

“What’s this?” Crabbe said amidst the giggling that had broke out after Blaise’s last comment, “Draco’s into House-Elf Bestiality!?”

“Yeah, he goes to BAA,” Blaise said, “Bestiality Addicts Anonymous. They get randy off the name alone. Baa Baa Baa, am I making you horny Draco darling?” Everyone laughed until they saw the look on Draco’s face.

“Fuck you!” Draco said with tears streaming down his cheeks and he ran out of the Great Hall.

“Dray-co. We were just playing around!” Pansy vulturized.*

“Come back Malfoy!” Blaise called but he was still laughing.

“Maybe he really DID impregnate a House-Elf.” Goyle commented.

“Whoa! You said impregnate. That’s a big word!” Blaise laughed. And for the rest of breakfast everyone made fun of Goyle’s lack of intelligence forgetting that they had made their prince cry.

At the Gryffindor table Ron was groaning, “Don’t read into it Hermione. He probably just realized he…..uh…didn’t comb his hair or something”

“No Ron, Something is wrong. I thought about last night and it’s just that….well….deep down I know that something is wrong and I’m going to find out what.”

“Hermione please, we have more important things to worry about,” Harry said a bit angrily, “you know like the prophesy that says I’m destined to commit murder and the fact that a man who most likely wants to murder me is going to be playing around in my mind again.”

“Oh yeah, I can’t believe that Snape’s being forced to give you lessons again.” Ron said which left Hermione alone to ponder what was ailing Malfoy alone.

No matter what she did Hermione could not stop thinking about Draco. After all, since House-Elf Liberation didn’t turn out as she had hoped, Hermione needed a new cause. She knew something was wrong and she just had to find out what it was. For all she knew he was acting strange because he received the Dark Mark of course she doubted that because it just wouldn’t fit in with his new anti-pick-on-Gryffindor policy but she really couldn’t see what else could be wrong. Perhaps he was depressed because of his father’s imprisonment? On Wednesday during her Arithmancy class Hermione, determined to find out what was wrong, purposely flicked her quill backwards to see what kind of reaction she would get from her new obsession. “Oops!” She said as she turned around to retrieve it.

“Filthy Mudblood.” Draco spat sneering down at her quill that had landed on his desk. “In a bad mood Malfoy?” Hermione smirked upon picking up her quill, “Are you upset because Daddy’s not around anymore? Or is it that Pansy stopped giving you head?” ”

“Fuck you Granger!” Draco said loudly causing the whole class to turn towards him and Professor Vector to gasp, “Mr. Malfoy! Twenty points from Slytherin!”

Hermione smiled as she turned to the front of the class. He called her Mudblood which meant that he was still partly himself- which was a good thing, right? But still she could not shake the feeling that there was something more and Hermione hated only having part of the information.

Draco was only a month pregnant and yet he found himself bonded more with his child then he had ever felt with anyone else before and he couldn’t bare to hear anything against children or hear anything about pregnancy without blushing which had caused him to create quite a scene during breakfast a few days earlier. So it was a relief when he learned from a book called Rare Medical Conditions that males who become pregnant through the MPP will generally forge a bond with their child around the third or forth week so as to make sure the man does not continue to take risks like certain Quidditch moves, take the polyjuice potion, or do other things that could endanger the child.

Draco also found out in a book called Potions and Pregnancy that unless he was going to test them the potion’s fumes would not cause harm for at least the first three months of pregnancy and after that only a select few would harm the baby what was not a relief however was that his morning sickness which started earlier then it would have with a female pregnancy would also continue until the end of his first trimester and then start up again during the last few weeks of pregnancy due to the changes the man would go through in preparation for birth. What Draco didn’t know was that while he was reading, someone was watching him through the glass door to the library.

Hermione although she could not see the titles of the books was even more curious now that she saw Draco was reading up on something. But what? She had to find out. And there was only one way she could think of that she’d be able to do so without being seen. She would have to borrow Harry’s cloak.

Unfortunately, the next night Draco was not in the library, nor was he there the night after. Hermione just about gave up on ever finding out what Malfoy had been reading when, that Friday, she found him once again reading in the restricted section. Carefully making her way inside the library and then tip toeing over to Malfoy Hermione was able to position herself right over Malfoy’s shoulder and read: The Ins and Outs of Male Pregnancy.

Male Pregnancy?! Was he studying for potions? Snape wasn’t even sure if he’d be able to teach it. Hermione did hope he would; she had been fascinated with the idea ever since the words had come out of his mouth but…Snape wanted to teach the theory of the potion and not actually go into what Male Pregnancy entailed….and why should she care what Draco read in his spare time? Or how he studied? She wanted to know why he was acting so oddly and Draco reading about Male Pregnancy couldn’t possibly have anything to do with his odd behavior….could it? Hermione thought for a moment then gasped loudly, OH Merlin. He’s Pregnant!

“Who’s there?!” Draco asked dropping the book on the floor when he heard the gasp.

Busted, Hermione thought. She took off the cloak.

“Granger! What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question,” Hermione said.

“Spying on me? Do you fancy me?”

“No Malfoy,” Hermione said coolly, “I was just wondering how you were planning on fitting into your Death Eater robes once the baby starts growing.”

“W-what are you talking about Granger?” Draco stuttered.

“I know you are pregnant.” She said.

“How did you find out? Was it Potter? Did he find out in one of those nightmare’s that he has?!!” Draco demanded

Hermione grinned, “No Malfoy. Some Slytherin you are. I know because you just confessed to it.”

“You better keep your filthy big Mudblood Mouth quite about this.” Draco snarled. How dare she trick him! And how dare he fall for it!

“If you want me to keep quiet you better not talk to me in such a manner.” Hermione smirked.

Malfoy didn’t reply he only slammed the book shut and bolted out of the library which was fine with Hermione as she had a lot to think about.

No matter how much she pondered it it didn’t make sense. From what she knew the only way a man could get pregnant was if they took the M.P.P and she just couldn’t believe that Draco Malfoy would willing take the potion. Why would Malfoy WANT to be pregnant?

On Monday the sixth year NEWT Potions class got to see the sight of the century. Professor Snape bounced into the classroom, yes bounced as in a Tigger bounce, spun around happily, and said, “I’ve just gotten permission to teach the theory behind the M.P.P. We should be able to start in October as the Ministry is still considering the literature on the subject that I want you to read.” Snape’s face was glowing and a few of the students seemed ready to run out the door. And they would have save for the fact that they couldn’t decide if they should go to Madam Pomfrey or Professor Dumbledore first.

“That’s so sick,” Theodore whispered to Blaise and Draco, “what kind of man would want to give birth to a child? Even a gay man couldn’t possibly think that being Male pregnancy is a good idea.”

Blaise laughed quietly and added, “Yeah, if I ever met a guy who was pregnant. I’d punch him right in the belly. Wouldn’t you Draco?” Draco nodded weakly absentmindedly touching his stomach.

That Wednesday as Draco headed to bed after a tiresome round of Prefects duties he saw that Blaise and Theodore’s door was slightly ajar. Curious he stealthily made his way to the door and listened. He nearly gasped at what he heard Goyle say: “My Father says that Draco Malfoy was buggered and impregnated this summer as punishment for his father’s incompetence but Draco never told Lucius as the Dark Lord had hoped he would so now the Dark Lord says that as the future Death Eaters we have the duty to rape Draco and beat him until the child is dead. Because he knows that Draco is most likely attached to the child already and with the baby dead the Dark Lord will know that at least one of the Malfoys will have suffered as he has with the loss of the Prophesy and Diary.”

TBC…

ARGH I’M SO UNHAPPY WITH THIS STORY! I guess I have to say it\'s because it is my first het fic but for Merlin’s sake I’m a straight female that can’t write het! What’s wrong with me?! I hope it gets better for both mine and your sake. I think it will. Crosses fingers!

*The end of Blaise’s sentence: “….eyes”
*Vulturized: is a made up word for the way Pansy’s screeching loud voice sounds like.