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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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2,899
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22
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Chapter Two
His dreams closed around him heavily, feeling like thick fog on a humid day. He despised how his body felt: sweaty, violated, and weary. Slowly the dream fog began to dissipate, revealing a rerun of what had happened earlier that evening.
-xXx-
He entered Dumbledore’s Office, feeling sure that the man would help him. After all, he was the Leader of the Light Side, right? After just a few minutes with him, however, Draco began to understand that Professor Dumbledore wanted something in return.
“…and of course, your family possesses one of those very rare male pregnancy genes, do they not, Mister Malfoy?”
“Well yes, but I don’t understand what that has to do with me defecting to the Side of Light” Draco said, though he was already beginning to understand what the Headmaster wanted in return.
“Mister Potter seems to get himself into hard situations every term, and I believe you would agree, Mister Malfoy, that the Wizarding World desperately needs what Harry has to give.”
Draco frowned. “But what does that have to do with me, Sir?”
The Headmaster smiled. “That’s where your special gene comes in.”
“But I’m only sixteen. That gene has barely activated, and I won’t even know until I’m seventeen whether or not I have inherited the Veela genes that are also in my family’s bloodline. If I do what I believe you are asking me to do, and it turns out I do have Veela blood, you realize I will probably kill myself knowing that I had cheated on my Mate and given someone else a child before I knew I was destined for someone?”
“I very much doubt that will be the case, Mister Malfoy.” Dumbledore said, standing to walk around his desk and lean against it while speaking to the young man in the chair before him. “Should you decide to accept my offer, I will require you to give up your wand until such a time that it is determined you will not harm yourself or the child within you. In return, you will be protected. You will receive top-notch medical care. You will be fed, clothed, and be free to move about Hogwarts. When the child is born, I do not expect you to stick around. If you still wish protection at that point, you of course, may have it. However, if you would rather leave, you will not be stopped. It is my wish that you have nothing to do with the upbringing of the child, though. That also will be part of the terms, Mister Malfoy.”
Draco nodded, his mind working furiously to process all the new information. He could understand why Dumbledore wouldn’t want him near the child, but if it was his child and somehow he survived whatever was to come, he very much doubted he could walk away from a child he had carried and given birth to. He would sooner kill everyone in his path to get to said child, than to abandon it. But he could think on that later. If, or when, it happened.
“How does the Golden Boy feel about this?” he asked, suddenly curious.
“I wouldn’t know currently. I haven’t yet thought to ask him. The last thing he needs is to worry about being a father on top of all his other worries, Mister Malfoy.”
Draco nodded thoughtfully. Harry would not be happy to find out such a thing had been hidden from him, but then…
“Just how exactly do you plan on impregnating me if Potter doesn’t know, Sir?”
The old man chuckled. “Young Harry has been unconscious more then enough times for Madam Pomfrey to remove and safely store the necessary ingredients for this procedure.”
Draco’s eyebrows just about hit his hairline. The Leader of the Side of Light would dare to do such things to the Boy-Who-Lived? How was he any better then the Dark Lord himself? Draco had thought that the Side of Light would frown on coercing people to do things for protection, or stealing the seed of an unconscious young man for their own goals. But apparently, the Side of Light wasn’t much different from the Dark Side that Draco’s Father was a part of.
-xXx-
His dreams were again engulfed in swirling fog. When it became clear, he watched himself being magically impregnated with Harry Potter’s sperm. He watched as a very stony-faced Madam Pomfrey finished her job, and debated with himself about whether or not she was under Imperious. He would have doubted it before, but now…now he had to wonder.
Minutes afterward, she had watched him vomit violently into the Medical Wing’s toilet. When he asked her if he could get morning sickness this quickly, she had calmly stated, “I very much doubt it, Mister Malfoy.” And had sent him back to his private room.
After several more visits with his private toilet, he had decided it had to be nerves. What else could it be? Anyone would be getting sick after being impregnated with the sperm of their arch rival in school. At least, that’s what he told himself.
-xXx-
Fog, this time green as emerald eyes he had glared into for so long, began to float softly around him. Oddly, he felt safe now. The fog wrapped him in comfort, sparkling with something foreign to the young man with gray eyes. He slept.
-xXx-
He entered Dumbledore’s Office, feeling sure that the man would help him. After all, he was the Leader of the Light Side, right? After just a few minutes with him, however, Draco began to understand that Professor Dumbledore wanted something in return.
“…and of course, your family possesses one of those very rare male pregnancy genes, do they not, Mister Malfoy?”
“Well yes, but I don’t understand what that has to do with me defecting to the Side of Light” Draco said, though he was already beginning to understand what the Headmaster wanted in return.
“Mister Potter seems to get himself into hard situations every term, and I believe you would agree, Mister Malfoy, that the Wizarding World desperately needs what Harry has to give.”
Draco frowned. “But what does that have to do with me, Sir?”
The Headmaster smiled. “That’s where your special gene comes in.”
“But I’m only sixteen. That gene has barely activated, and I won’t even know until I’m seventeen whether or not I have inherited the Veela genes that are also in my family’s bloodline. If I do what I believe you are asking me to do, and it turns out I do have Veela blood, you realize I will probably kill myself knowing that I had cheated on my Mate and given someone else a child before I knew I was destined for someone?”
“I very much doubt that will be the case, Mister Malfoy.” Dumbledore said, standing to walk around his desk and lean against it while speaking to the young man in the chair before him. “Should you decide to accept my offer, I will require you to give up your wand until such a time that it is determined you will not harm yourself or the child within you. In return, you will be protected. You will receive top-notch medical care. You will be fed, clothed, and be free to move about Hogwarts. When the child is born, I do not expect you to stick around. If you still wish protection at that point, you of course, may have it. However, if you would rather leave, you will not be stopped. It is my wish that you have nothing to do with the upbringing of the child, though. That also will be part of the terms, Mister Malfoy.”
Draco nodded, his mind working furiously to process all the new information. He could understand why Dumbledore wouldn’t want him near the child, but if it was his child and somehow he survived whatever was to come, he very much doubted he could walk away from a child he had carried and given birth to. He would sooner kill everyone in his path to get to said child, than to abandon it. But he could think on that later. If, or when, it happened.
“How does the Golden Boy feel about this?” he asked, suddenly curious.
“I wouldn’t know currently. I haven’t yet thought to ask him. The last thing he needs is to worry about being a father on top of all his other worries, Mister Malfoy.”
Draco nodded thoughtfully. Harry would not be happy to find out such a thing had been hidden from him, but then…
“Just how exactly do you plan on impregnating me if Potter doesn’t know, Sir?”
The old man chuckled. “Young Harry has been unconscious more then enough times for Madam Pomfrey to remove and safely store the necessary ingredients for this procedure.”
Draco’s eyebrows just about hit his hairline. The Leader of the Side of Light would dare to do such things to the Boy-Who-Lived? How was he any better then the Dark Lord himself? Draco had thought that the Side of Light would frown on coercing people to do things for protection, or stealing the seed of an unconscious young man for their own goals. But apparently, the Side of Light wasn’t much different from the Dark Side that Draco’s Father was a part of.
-xXx-
His dreams were again engulfed in swirling fog. When it became clear, he watched himself being magically impregnated with Harry Potter’s sperm. He watched as a very stony-faced Madam Pomfrey finished her job, and debated with himself about whether or not she was under Imperious. He would have doubted it before, but now…now he had to wonder.
Minutes afterward, she had watched him vomit violently into the Medical Wing’s toilet. When he asked her if he could get morning sickness this quickly, she had calmly stated, “I very much doubt it, Mister Malfoy.” And had sent him back to his private room.
After several more visits with his private toilet, he had decided it had to be nerves. What else could it be? Anyone would be getting sick after being impregnated with the sperm of their arch rival in school. At least, that’s what he told himself.
-xXx-
Fog, this time green as emerald eyes he had glared into for so long, began to float softly around him. Oddly, he felt safe now. The fog wrapped him in comfort, sparkling with something foreign to the young man with gray eyes. He slept.