The Consequences of Solutions

Two weeks later, Harry and Draco could be found always together, or at least constantly aware of what the other was doing. Draco, in his new state of pregnancy, had grown clingy and desperate for reassurances that Harry wasn’t leaving. Harry on the other hand, was growing impatient already. Despite the fact that Harry now had a regular supply of sex, he was finding Hogwarts very restrictive and boring.



It was because of that that Harry and Draco experienced their first real fight. Harry was tired of being caged up in the school, while Draco could do nothing but spout the merits of staying inside. The most commonly used of which was the fact that in Hogwarts they were safe, and nothing could happen to their babies that couldn’t be helped immediately.



Harry, though understanding Draco’s arguments, and privately agreeing, managed to use his stubborn streak to tell Draco that he was taking a trip down to Hogsmead alone, and wouldn’t stand for Draco to be following him and arguing with his decision. Draco, wisely, gave up on his arguments with a muffled peep, realizing that Harry wasn’t going to back down from this one.



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The next morning found Harry making his way down the path to Hogsmead alone, bundled up carefully so as to protect his baby from the cold, or at least enough so that Draco had stopped his whining. He had told the blond he would be back before nightfall, though he didn’t expect to be out that long himself. He had just wanted some time to think, and perhaps to find some sort of sweet that would satisfy the craving he had been having for days. He never saw the person following him through town, or suspected anything that was to come.



-XxX-



It was nearly 9pm when Draco awoke from his nap. He shook the tiredness from his head and looked around, expecting to see his grumpy mate. But there was no sign the other boy had returned. No shoes on the floor, no wet coat flung unceremoniously to the nearby expensively made couch…no Harry.



He slid off the bed as quickly as he could, locating Harry’s Marauder’s Map and whispering the words to activate it. Harry was not within the castles walls. He wasn’t anywhere on Hogwarts land.



Draco pulled himself out of a panic, choosing to believe that his mate had just stayed in town a little too long. Maybe he was headed back now. Half an hour later, with no sign of Harry, Draco was banging at the Headmaster’s door, begging for a search team to be sent out. Anything to find Harry. He had to be in trouble…there was no place in Draco’s frenzied mind for the fact that Harry might just have decided to stay in town for the night.



Dumbledore did agree to send down a teacher or two to look for Harry. And upon the finding of Harry’s hat, Draco began to insist that Harry must be hurt, dead, or dying. Madam Pomfrey forced a calming draught on him, after convincing him there was nothing to be done that wasn’t being done already, and that Draco should calm himself before he became the cause of the very early births, and consequent deaths, of his children.



It wasn’t long after that Draco called his mother, to tell her of the news of Harry’s disappearance. And it wasn’t long after that that he found out she knew. His father had been the mastermind behind this plot. A quick word to Voldemort of Harry’s plans to be alone and defenseless out in the cold, and the sending of a death eater or two, had caused Lucius Malfoy’s plan to be carried out quickly and efficiently.



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Harry woke up with a splitting headache, alone in a dark, cold, and smelly room. He was sure he could hear faint talking coming from somewhere, but he was equally sure that those voices were not those of friendly people.



His suspicions were confirmed when a very smug Crabbe Senior sauntered in, holding Harry’s wand and the small slip of paper from the pregnancy spell preformed on Draco, announcing that Harry was to be a father.



“Well well, Harry Potter. Fucking around with your betters, are you?” He asked, waving the paper slightly.

Harry glared at the man. He knew there was no use in answering. Crabbe Senior only wanted to taunt the Boy Who Lived. He had no real power behind his threats…he, like his son, was a follower, and rarely a leader.



“I’m sure little Draco will be so upset at the loss of the father of his children, don’t you think so, Harry?” He sneered as he said Harry’s name, drawing it out harshly. “Don’t you feel bad for leaving him alone? Don’t you feel any sorrow that you will never see your children born?”



After several minutes of the man’s taunting, Harry realized something. Not once had the man said anything about Harry himself being pregnant. So they didn’t know…yet. Harry was positive that he didn’t want them to know. He knew that if Voldemort and his Dark minions knew, they would use the baby to have more power over him. Threatening him was one thing, but threatening the life of his child was quite another.

Suddenly he was brought out of his thoughts as another man entered the room. Lucius Malfoy.



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Note: Sorry for the wait. What with the Holidays and work and having a cold…and life in general, I couldn’t work on the story. Hopefully I can focus on it now.

Also, fellow writers, morn with me. I lost a great deal of my writings when one of my hard drives went bad. *tear*