Complications

A/N again I am sorry for the lateness of the update. I am lacking a little motivation at the moment and the weekend seems to be a really bad time for me to remember to do anything! Well on with the show


A/N I have had one complaint that I am not moving fast enough along with the story and that my chapters are to full of sex and no substance, oh and I think she said my chapters were too short as well. Well hopefully this one will be a bit more liking as it is about double the length, moves the story on slightly casters and contains absolutely no sex what so ever! Enjoy! (hopefully)

Expecting what?" Harry asked quizzically.

"A child, Mr Potter. A baby." Harry was silent for a moment before replying intelligently.

"Huh?" Madame Pomfrey drew a chair up beside him.

"Mr Potter, as I said before I do not know how this has happened but at this moment you have a child, a foetus, growing inside your abdomen. If nothing unto wards happens in around seven or eight months you are going to give birth to a baby, if that is what you want." Harry looked up at her again, his head still firmly to one side and his forehead screwed up as he tried to process the information.

"So you are saying that somehow or another there is a baby inside me?" He was speaking slowly and calmly in order to absorb his own words.

"That about sums it up, yes." Harry's head fell to his chest for a moment. Suddenly his calmness left him and his breathing sped up.

"What the hell! How… What…" he struggled to get out of bed but the nausea and exhaustion kept him firmly in place.

"I think it is best that you stay in bed, Harry." Madam Pomfrey said, getting up from her seat and holding his shoulders down to the bed. Harry had no strength to resist, his confusion and rage racking his body. He turned his head and threw up before passing out.

When Harry awoke there was no one in the room and the drapes were pulled around his bed. It took him a few moments before clarity started entering his mind. He had a small moment when he almost began to hyperventilate again before he calmed himself down, not wanting to draw Madame Pomfrey from wherever she went to catch a few moments sleep.

He was going to have a baby. A baby. He rubbed his stomach a little whilst he mulled. He didn't even try to think about the hows of it all, that was far beyond him on a good day, beyond the obvious 'how babies are made', but tried to concentrate on the future. Madame Pomfrey implied he could get out of this, that he didn't have to have the baby if he didn't want to. Could he do that? Could he kill a life that relied on him? There was a lot that came with having a baby. He would have to feed it and clothe it, and forget being an Auror, he couldn't have such a dangerous job with a family! A family, that was what a baby was, wasn't it? A family of his own was something he had given up as a pipe dream when he had realised he was gay, but now he had a chance to make it a reality. It could be like it was with his parents, loving and cherishing every moment together, watching the little one grow up. But then no one had been their to watch him grow up, had they? Everyone had died, or was in hiding, or wouldn't take him in. What if he died? He had a world to save, apparently, and everyone and their brother wanted a piece of him. And to think he thought being an Auror was too dangerous a career for a parent! He already had a more perilous time just surviving the year! Could he really bring a child into a world where half the population wanted to kill it's mother? Mother, he could be a mother? father? Way too complicated. And what about his schooling? He could be the only student who had ever gotten pregnant, after all it was a co-ed boarding school, there had to be other girls in this situation, he wondered what had happened to them? Had they gone back to their families? Well that certainly wasn't an option for him, the Dursley's would probably not even let him in the house if he came back pregnant. Did they stay at school? Could he raise a child in the school grounds? What would Draco say? He was going to be a dad and he didn't even know! How would he take it, when he found out. It wasn't like he had had an amazing family life either. Maybe he would want the baby as well? Maybe together they could do this together, they could be a family like neither of them had ever had.

Harry smiled slightly and carried on rubbing his belly. The more he thought about it the more he wanted this. True, he was too young, he had no clue how to raise a child and there was a mad maniac hell bent on world domination after his blood, but he wanted this. Madame Pomfrey was right, this baby was a miracle and he shouldn't throw that away. They could get through this, the three of them.

Madame Pomfrey chose that moment to arrive back in the ward. She had probably been spying on him as he came to terms with everything, either that or she just had uncanny timing.

"Well how are you feeling?" She put her hand on Harry's forehead. "You took a nasty shock."

"I'm feeling a lot better, Madame Pomfrey, though I am quite hungry."

"Not surprising really. You haven't managed to keep much down have you?" Harry blushed as he remembered his accident earlier as he had passed out. Madame Pomfrey took a piece of parchment out of her apron, wrote something down on it and held it up by her fingers.

"Sorry." He said sheepishly. The paper disappeared with a small 'poof'.

"No need to be sorry, dear. It happens, especially in your condition." Next thing he knew she held a small bowl of broth, which she put down on his side table. "Now lets get you sat up and fed so you can go back to sleep." She helped him sit up and eat his bowl of soup. As the urgent need to eat dissipated any energy he had slowly waned until he coulldn't even raise his spoon. The ever attentive nurse took the bowl away as his head lolled forward, she helped him lay back down again and he drifted slowly to sleep.


Harry awoke the next morning feeling amazingly better. he could almost forget that he was sick yesterday, if not for the nagging hunger he felt behind the faint pain he had had since the potion incident. The potion! Of course that must have been it! Whatever Crabbe and Goyle had put in that potion must have somehow done something to him that made this possible. He tried to get up to call to Madame Pomfrey but his stomach didn't seem to react very well to the sudden movement. He grabbed at the bed pan beside his bed just in time to fill it with liquid. Madame Pomfrey Came striding out with a covered tray.

"Back into bed, young man." Harry didn't argue as he climbed back into bed, clutching the bed pan to his chest. Madame Pomfrey took the pan from him and laid it to one side. "I bought you some food and a potion. The potion should calm your stomach enough so you can eat a few rye crackers." Harry wasn't even sure he could keep the potion down let alone the crackers but he dutifully took it, not wanting to incite the wrath of the nurse. Surprisingly he did feel a lot better after the potion and started taking small bites out of his crackers. "Now what made you want to jump out of bed this morning?" Harry put down his cracker.

"I remembered the potion that I was slipped that has been making me ill. Could that be what happened?"

"I had already come to that conclusion which is why I wanted to ask you permission to speak to Professor Snape." Harry started to interrupt.

"But he is..."

"He is one of the most respected and revered potion master's in the world. He may be able to work out what was in the potion. If this can be replicated it could change a lot for homosexual wizards, they would be able to have children of their own and a lot of the prejudices against them would be void. Even if you don't intend to keep the child i would hope that you will allow him to study... the effects of the potion in detail."

"I am going to keep the baby." Harry said resolutely. Madame Pomfrey raised an eyebrow.

"Really, you have thought this through?" Harry nodded definitely. "Very well. Then there is, of course, the added risk to both yourself and your child in not knowing what this potion does." Harry hung his head in defeat. "You will, of course, also need to speak to the Headmaster, if you are truly intending to keep the child."

"Yes Ma'am."

"I will ask them to come and see you this morning." She turned around to leave the ward.

"No!" Harry shouted quickly. She turned back around "I mean, can we please wait until tomorrow to meet. I think there is someone else who should be told first."

"Of course, the other father." Harry nodded. "I don't suppose you are going to tell me who it is, are you?" Harry shook his head. "Very well, I will arrange for you to meet with Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape tomorrow morning. Now finish your crackers and I suggest you return to classes if you feel up to it. I will write you a note to excuse you from practical lessons and one to allow you to leave just encase you start to feel worse again."

Harry finished his crackers quickly and went back up to his dorm to get dressed and gather his books for the day. His stomach was starting to settle quite well, as long as he didn't make any sudden movements and he felt like he could face the day. Of course it helped that he had Magical Creatures first and he could see Draco. He had to make sure they were still on for tonight. They had a lot to talk about.


In the end Harry had only managed to get through two classes before he felt like he couldn't stand up. He had managed to see Draco though and confirmed, through way of covert notes, overt insults and heated glances, that they were still on for tonight so he had completed his mission for the day and was perfectly entitled to give his excuse letter to Hermione, shuffle back to Gryfindor tower and crawl into bed. He woke at around two-ish and ordered a larger lunch, which he demolished with relish, and got on with some homework before the rest of his house returned at around four. His friends came over to sit with him and, at Hermione's insistence, got out their books as well.

"Hi ya mate, how you feeling?" Ron asked before anyone else could ask him. Harry felt fear roll around in his stomach, he couldn't tell them yet, there were too many people around and Draco was going to be the first to know.

"A lot better, thanks."

"Madame Pomfrey know what is wrong yet?" Hermione asked, always the practical one.

"Her tests were inconclusive so I need to go back and do some more." Harry almost choked on the lie but Hermione nodded silently, seemingly accepting his answer. Harry felt very claustrophobic as his friends surrounded him, once again asking him if was ok. he felt like screaming at them that he wasn't but he had to keep up the pretence at least until he saw Draco. "I have... Have to go... somewhere."

Harry made a quick bolt for the door, he had a few places he could hide out and get some dinner delivered, it was always a good idea to keep the house elves on side and a few well placed socks could go along way, until it was time for him to meet Draco.

Harry left the abandoned classroom he had hidden in for the past few hours and hurried quickly to the hidden room he met Draco in. He was forming some kind of plan in his head but he couldn't really get rid of the excitement bubbling inside him. This was it, soon he was going to have what he had always dreamed of, no more Dursley's, a real family for Harry. He arrived at the door, quickly composed himself before walking in to find a completely naked Draco laid out on the bed, like a beautiful treat almost begging him to eat. Draco lifted his head as he heard the door shut and rolled on to his side provocatively.

"Well hello, lover." He awaited Harry's response but in receiving none he got up slowly, seductively, and walked over. "Well why don't we just get these nasty heavy robes off so we can have a little fun?" He proceeded to unbutton Harry's tight, and getting tighter, robes. This shook Harry awake.

"No, Draco, we need to talk." Harry took a deep breath and step backwards to stop him from continuing 'stick to the plan' he told himself.

"Come on, babe, surely it can wait" Draco advanced on him and put his arms around Harry's shoulders, leaning in to nibble on his ear. Harry moaned slightly, this was the Draco he knew, passionate, loving, everything he could ever want. Harry shook his head, trying to clear the fog that was slowly removing his reason, wanting to give in to the sinful things Draco's hand promised as it wormed it's way into his robes. He pulled himself away, pushing Draco backwards towards the bed. Draco seemed to take this as an invitation, laying backwards, giving Harry a definite 'come hither' smile.

"No, Draco…I have something I need to tell you." Draco flubbed backwards on to the bed with a sigh. He sat back up, retrieved his robe and pulled it loosely onto his slender frame.

"Fine. I was trying to take your mind of it but I guess you want to get right down to it." Harry smiled slightly, Draco always did things like that, little things which made him feel loved and cared for. This was going to work out, everything was going to be fine. Draco leant back and looked up at Harry. "What is it then? Some nasty disease or something?" Harry struggled to get the words out, his well crafted speech dying in his throat. "Hey, it's not some kind of nasty STD or something, is it? Because if it is there will be a lot of questions…"

"I'm pregnant!" He didn't know quite why he had blurted it out like that but it seemed like a good idea at the time. Draco looked at him, dumbstruck, he decided to push the advantage. "I know it is impossible, we think it was something to do with that stupid potion I got dosed with a couple of months ago, but it has happened. I'm going to have a baby!" Harry let the wide grin he was feeling show on his face. Draco was still staring at him, mouth open, gaping like a fish out of water. Harry sat down beside him on the bed and placed his hand on Draco's knee. "It's ok, Drac, I mean I was a bit shocked when Madame Pomfrey told me, well a bit more than shocked, I threw up and passed out." he giggled "I know we can do this together. We can do anything."

"What the he'll are you talking about?!" Draco got up, ignoring Harry's hand and began pacing. "This has got to be a sick joke, right? I mean, you're a man. Men don't get pregnant, Harry."

"Well this one has. Madame Pomfrey hopes that they can work out what the two idiots put in their potion so hopefully…"

"Shut up!" Harry closed his mouth, knowing Draco needed a few moments to process everything. Draco took a few deep breaths. "Ok, let's say you are telling the truth and by some warped littler series of events you are now pregnant, why the hell are you so happy about this?!"

"I have had a little while longer to get used to the situation, I guess. I mean, once you get over the whole 'man pregnant' thing, you'll be fine too." Draco backed up a bit.

"Wo there, you can't be thinking of keeping this...this kid? Can't they take care of it or something?" Harry was speechless for a moment, even when he had been considering aborting it had been difficult and agonising and here was Draco, his lover, acting like it was no worse than cutting your toenails!

"They can but they won't. I want my baby! And so will you once you calm down a bit and to never know I might just forgive that comment..."

"Yeah right I will want this baby! I am too young to have kids!" Draco paused for a moment and gathered his breath. "Look at the moment you are probably filled with hormones and stuff. You're not thinking straight. I mean, you've got school to finish and stuff. You can't want this?"

"Actually I do. I have thought about school and everything and I have decided that this is what I want, this is my family and I am not going to to give that up ever! I hope that you will be with me on this, don't you want a proper family, one full of love?"

"No! Look that sounds nice and all but there is a hell of a lot more to this than all of that. I mean, I'm a Malfoy for Merlin's sake. I have expectations to meet. I have been bloody betrothed since I was six. How is this going to look to her family? Your future son in law has a bastard with the boy who lived! Yeah that would sound great in the wedding speech!"

"What the hell are you talking about? Why would you marry someone else? I thought… We're a couple, together, why would you be getting married?" Draco started laughing.

"Because that is what people like me do, Harry, we marry who we are told to and we have discrete lovers on the side. Look, maybe you got the wrong idea… I mean I thought we both knew this was just a fling." Harry took a second to process.

"A fling!" Harry's voice started to rise in anger. "I have been giving you everything what the hell do you mean a filing!" something suddenly clicked in Harry's head "What the hell do you mean Lovers? Who the fuck have you been screwing behind my back?!" Draco had the good sense to look sheepish.

"Well… um… That's not the point! I can't have a kid!" Harry wiped the tears from his eyes, he hadn't even noticed he had started crying. He rubbed his stomach softly, he had to get out of here.

"I can't be here… I have to leave." Harry ran across the room to the door, Draco grabbed hold of his arm.

"You are gonna get rid of this baby, right?" Harry looked straight through him.

"This is my child, my family. If I have to do this by myself, then so be it." Draco's grasp left his arm as he turned and fled.

A/N I would like to apologise for the waffly nature of this chapter. It didn't flow quite as well as I would have hoped from brain to paper so it has ended up being a lot more wordy then I was intending