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Adult +
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Panic and Anger
Summary: Harry becomes pregnant, is in love with someone that doesn't love him in return and is loved by someone he doesn’t care about, actually someone he really hates. SLASH MPREG DMHP
Pairings: DM/HP mentions of HP/RW
Warnings: SLASH, MPREG, OOCness and bad language
Not you’re cup? Well bugger of then!
Disclaimer: I don't own the world of Harry Potter! I don’t own Harry Potter or any character from JKR’s books about said character!
It wasn’t supposed to be like this
Chapter 1: Panic and Anger
Harry knew Malfoy was watching him from across the hall, he had done so every meal since that night, maybe even before that but Harry didn’t care. He was too close to panic to care about Malfoy and his damn staring issue. After two more weeks it had finally hit him that he was pregnant.
He didn’t know what to do anymore, what would he do about the baby, did he want it? Was it even possible to do a abortion in the wizarding world? Should he tell Draco or not? How would his friends react? Had he told them that he was gay, because he didn’t remember? How would the press react? What was the general opinion of homosexuality in the wizarding world? What would he do about summer it was only about five months left after all and being a pregnant boy in a muggle neighbourhood probably wasn’t a good idea.
“Harry!” Harry snapped up at the sound of his best friend almost screaming his name. His beautiful wonderful and extremely heterosexual best friend.
“Huh?” Harry answered with all the intelligence of a panicking pregnant teenage boy that was in love with his best friend but pregnant by someone he hated.
“I was just wondering if you know why Malfoy is staring at you all the time?” Ron asked piling more food on his plate. “Do you think he’s up too something?”
Harry wanted to answer ‘No Ron he’s not up to something he’s just watching me because we fucked some weeks ago and the day after he asked me out but I turned him down so no he’s probably just miserable or something but thought better of it.
“No Ron I don’t know what on his mind nor do I want to know.” He said instead while thinking about the day after that night, Malfoy had asked him out that day, or rather told Harry he wanted to start over, try to be friends or some crap like that.
Since the he often received small trinkets, poems and sometimes flowers during breakfast. There was no name or card after just small tokens of love from someone anonymous. He would have liked if they where all from Ron but knew that it wasn’t so. At first when the gifts had started coming Ron had been confused about who would send Harry gifts all the time, now he just ranted about how unfair it was that Harry had a secret admirer and not him.
The smell of the sausages on Ron’s plate made Harry nauseous so he stood and made his way out of the hall without excusing himself. It was all too much and he didn’t know what to do about anything. Did want this baby, even though Malfoy was the father? Should he tell Malfoy? He couldn’t decide on anything, not even where to go for the moment so he just slid down the wall and sat hugging his knees.
He heard someone come towards him but didn’t bother looking up, why should he? What cold possibly be more important than here and now and the fact that he was fucking pregnant and that he hated the father of his baby.
Just when he thought that he knew he would keep the baby, his baby, it wasn’t the child fault it’s mother was a stupid slut that couldn’t control his emotions. Thinking about that made him wonder whether he was going to be a mother or a father, maybe he would be a fother or a dum or a pamma or something, did those exist though or was it just him having trouble concentrating?
He was startled when he felt a warm hand on his arm, looking up he saw the concerned blue-grey eyes of the person he hated most on the planet, more then he hated even Voldermort when that loony was running around like a crazed chicken, Merlin was Harry glad he had taken care of him before he got knocked up.
“Are you okay?” Malfoy asked in a soft voice, a voice that made Harry even more angry.
“No I’m not fucking okay you bloody bastrad! You did this too me, this is your fault, is you hadn’t walked in there that night I would be…” Harry tried to scream and kick but was very unsuccessful, what with Malfoy dragging him too a empty classroom.
When Malfoy let go Harry hardly took a breath before starting to scream again. “And then you start sending me things, because I’m sure it’s you, you fucking ferret!” Malfoy seemed to wince a little while putting up some locking charms and silencing spells on the classroom to leave them undisturbed.
Harry started pacing in front of the black board. “First you’re the snarky git we all hate then suddenly you change you mind and decide too fuck me, and then after having the decency to knock me up you start sending me bloody flowers!” He glared at Malfoy and gestured wildly not noticing Malfoy’s shocked expression
“Do you think I’m some giggling little Hufflepuff girl or something because let me tell you I’m not I’m a boy and I have all the parts that you have and I don’t want you bloody flowers!” Harry yelled and stopped his pacing too collect his breath, Merlin that felt good, letting go of all the steam.
Harry sat down thinking about how good it had felt blaming this all on Malfoy even though he knew it was his own fault, Malfoy had told him no, several times in fact but Harry had ignored it, thought that he needed to fuck Malfoy to forget about Ron, at least for a short while.
“You’re pregnant?” Harry barley heard the whisper coming from the blonde by the door so he choose to ignore it. Now at least that problem was resolved, not telling Draco was no longer an option.
“You’re pregnant with our child?” This time Harry heard loud and clear, Malfoy’s voice was laced with what sounded like hope, hope for what Harry wondered while nodding and closing his eyes. He needed a rest so badly, he hadn’t been able to sleep alright for who knew how long.
“Have you been to the hospital wing? How do you feel, will you keep the baby? Will you let me see him or her? Can I touch it?” Harry had to think for awhile before understanding all the questions Malfoy had thrown on him in a hurry.
“No I haven’t been to the hospital wing. I feel like crap. I don’t know, do you want to see them? And no, absolutely not, you’ll never touch me again if I have anything to say about it!” Harry didn’t know whether he wanted Malfoy in the baby’s life but couldn’t help but thinking it wasn’t really his decision to make, the child deserved both of his parents not just one because said parent was selfish.
Malfoy just nodded sitting down in front of Harry. “So what do we do now?” Harry asked, hoping to get a clue about what other may feel and what he should do about the whole situation.
“First we get you to the hospital wing so the staff here knows about your condition, then it’s up to you. I will only do what you want me to do, never more or less, I will be there for you and our child but I won’t push you Harry, I promise.” Malfoy looked upon Harry with truthful eyes.
“What a load of crap.” Harry stated and rose for the door.
Draco looked him with a sad expression. “Where are you going?” He asked just when Harry had unlocked the doors and was on his way out.
“Too Madam Pomfrey.” Harry said coldly. “You told me to do that remember?”
“Can I come?” Malfoy asked standing up.
“No.” Was all the answer Harry gave him before walking out the room shutting the door.
TBC
Pairings: DM/HP mentions of HP/RW
Warnings: SLASH, MPREG, OOCness and bad language
Not you’re cup? Well bugger of then!
Disclaimer: I don't own the world of Harry Potter! I don’t own Harry Potter or any character from JKR’s books about said character!
It wasn’t supposed to be like this
Chapter 1: Panic and Anger
Harry knew Malfoy was watching him from across the hall, he had done so every meal since that night, maybe even before that but Harry didn’t care. He was too close to panic to care about Malfoy and his damn staring issue. After two more weeks it had finally hit him that he was pregnant.
He didn’t know what to do anymore, what would he do about the baby, did he want it? Was it even possible to do a abortion in the wizarding world? Should he tell Draco or not? How would his friends react? Had he told them that he was gay, because he didn’t remember? How would the press react? What was the general opinion of homosexuality in the wizarding world? What would he do about summer it was only about five months left after all and being a pregnant boy in a muggle neighbourhood probably wasn’t a good idea.
“Harry!” Harry snapped up at the sound of his best friend almost screaming his name. His beautiful wonderful and extremely heterosexual best friend.
“Huh?” Harry answered with all the intelligence of a panicking pregnant teenage boy that was in love with his best friend but pregnant by someone he hated.
“I was just wondering if you know why Malfoy is staring at you all the time?” Ron asked piling more food on his plate. “Do you think he’s up too something?”
Harry wanted to answer ‘No Ron he’s not up to something he’s just watching me because we fucked some weeks ago and the day after he asked me out but I turned him down so no he’s probably just miserable or something but thought better of it.
“No Ron I don’t know what on his mind nor do I want to know.” He said instead while thinking about the day after that night, Malfoy had asked him out that day, or rather told Harry he wanted to start over, try to be friends or some crap like that.
Since the he often received small trinkets, poems and sometimes flowers during breakfast. There was no name or card after just small tokens of love from someone anonymous. He would have liked if they where all from Ron but knew that it wasn’t so. At first when the gifts had started coming Ron had been confused about who would send Harry gifts all the time, now he just ranted about how unfair it was that Harry had a secret admirer and not him.
The smell of the sausages on Ron’s plate made Harry nauseous so he stood and made his way out of the hall without excusing himself. It was all too much and he didn’t know what to do about anything. Did want this baby, even though Malfoy was the father? Should he tell Malfoy? He couldn’t decide on anything, not even where to go for the moment so he just slid down the wall and sat hugging his knees.
He heard someone come towards him but didn’t bother looking up, why should he? What cold possibly be more important than here and now and the fact that he was fucking pregnant and that he hated the father of his baby.
Just when he thought that he knew he would keep the baby, his baby, it wasn’t the child fault it’s mother was a stupid slut that couldn’t control his emotions. Thinking about that made him wonder whether he was going to be a mother or a father, maybe he would be a fother or a dum or a pamma or something, did those exist though or was it just him having trouble concentrating?
He was startled when he felt a warm hand on his arm, looking up he saw the concerned blue-grey eyes of the person he hated most on the planet, more then he hated even Voldermort when that loony was running around like a crazed chicken, Merlin was Harry glad he had taken care of him before he got knocked up.
“Are you okay?” Malfoy asked in a soft voice, a voice that made Harry even more angry.
“No I’m not fucking okay you bloody bastrad! You did this too me, this is your fault, is you hadn’t walked in there that night I would be…” Harry tried to scream and kick but was very unsuccessful, what with Malfoy dragging him too a empty classroom.
When Malfoy let go Harry hardly took a breath before starting to scream again. “And then you start sending me things, because I’m sure it’s you, you fucking ferret!” Malfoy seemed to wince a little while putting up some locking charms and silencing spells on the classroom to leave them undisturbed.
Harry started pacing in front of the black board. “First you’re the snarky git we all hate then suddenly you change you mind and decide too fuck me, and then after having the decency to knock me up you start sending me bloody flowers!” He glared at Malfoy and gestured wildly not noticing Malfoy’s shocked expression
“Do you think I’m some giggling little Hufflepuff girl or something because let me tell you I’m not I’m a boy and I have all the parts that you have and I don’t want you bloody flowers!” Harry yelled and stopped his pacing too collect his breath, Merlin that felt good, letting go of all the steam.
Harry sat down thinking about how good it had felt blaming this all on Malfoy even though he knew it was his own fault, Malfoy had told him no, several times in fact but Harry had ignored it, thought that he needed to fuck Malfoy to forget about Ron, at least for a short while.
“You’re pregnant?” Harry barley heard the whisper coming from the blonde by the door so he choose to ignore it. Now at least that problem was resolved, not telling Draco was no longer an option.
“You’re pregnant with our child?” This time Harry heard loud and clear, Malfoy’s voice was laced with what sounded like hope, hope for what Harry wondered while nodding and closing his eyes. He needed a rest so badly, he hadn’t been able to sleep alright for who knew how long.
“Have you been to the hospital wing? How do you feel, will you keep the baby? Will you let me see him or her? Can I touch it?” Harry had to think for awhile before understanding all the questions Malfoy had thrown on him in a hurry.
“No I haven’t been to the hospital wing. I feel like crap. I don’t know, do you want to see them? And no, absolutely not, you’ll never touch me again if I have anything to say about it!” Harry didn’t know whether he wanted Malfoy in the baby’s life but couldn’t help but thinking it wasn’t really his decision to make, the child deserved both of his parents not just one because said parent was selfish.
Malfoy just nodded sitting down in front of Harry. “So what do we do now?” Harry asked, hoping to get a clue about what other may feel and what he should do about the whole situation.
“First we get you to the hospital wing so the staff here knows about your condition, then it’s up to you. I will only do what you want me to do, never more or less, I will be there for you and our child but I won’t push you Harry, I promise.” Malfoy looked upon Harry with truthful eyes.
“What a load of crap.” Harry stated and rose for the door.
Draco looked him with a sad expression. “Where are you going?” He asked just when Harry had unlocked the doors and was on his way out.
“Too Madam Pomfrey.” Harry said coldly. “You told me to do that remember?”
“Can I come?” Malfoy asked standing up.
“No.” Was all the answer Harry gave him before walking out the room shutting the door.
TBC