Unexpectedly Expecting

title: unexpectedly expecting 1/1
pairing: draco malfoy / harry potter
rating: hard R
warnings: angst, fluff, romance, mpreg, ooc, I think
disclaimer: still not my pleasure slaves. no profit made. no harm intended. for entertainment purposes only.
beta: will be Frogg, thanks luv *hugs*
notes: this one has been bugging me forever.
summary: draco\'s and harry\'s tryst has consequences

A/N: Dedicated to Laeb. I love you.

~o0o~

\"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.\" Draco banged his head against the mirror in rhythm
with his chants, much to said mirrors dismay who kept insisting that Draco\'s
face was much too beautiful to be abused in such a barbaric manner.

Draco ignored it. He had other problems to deal with than worried mirrors. He
groaned, covering his stomach with his hands; it hurt like hell. Potter. It was
all Potter\'s fault. Potter and his ways to smile, talk, walk, laugh, do
anything.

He took a deep breath. No, it wasn\'t Harry\'s fault. For once in his life, Draco
acknowledged that he was completely and utterly sole to blame for his dilemma.
He knew it could happen. He knew the spells to prevent it from happening. And he
particularly had known that he could conceive on Halloween Night.

No, Harry really wasn\'t to blame for Draco\'s situation. How should he have known
that Draco was one of the few male wizards who could bear children? Not even
Pansy or Blaise knew that.

He took another deep breath. \"Think, Draco. There has to be something you can do
without the whole school knowing of it.\" He could always brew a potion to abort
the pregnancy. But was that really what he wanted?

\"Why did you have to leave in the morning, Potter?\" he murmured. But he knew
why. It was a fling. A one night stand. Nothing more. They both had known from
the moment their eyes had met across the hall at Halloween where that night
would end. They had drifted towards each other, flirted shamelessly, teased and
baited. They finally had met half-way across the hall, checked each other out.

\"What do you want, Draco?\" Harry had asked.

Draco hadn\'t hesitated. He had grabbed Harry\'s hand, looked down almost shyly as
he responded. \"What we both want, Potter.\"

He had felt the jolt of electricity shoot up his spine when Harry had pulled him
near, brushed his lips across Draco\'s ear. \"Why don\'t we take this somewhere
more private, then?\"

\"I couldn\'t agree more,\" he had replied huskily. \"Follow me.\"

They had made their way out of the hall, surprisingly unnoticed. Once they had
stumbled into Draco\'s room - it sometimes paid to be prefect - they had been all
over each other. Kissed until they were panting for air, ripped each others\'
clothes off to touch and taste soft skin. Licked across sensitised nipples,
collarbones, bellybuttons. Tasted each others cum for the first time, but still
craved for more. Fucked each other to get rid of the need and made love
afterwards to bath in each others\' warmth and the illusion that they were more
than acquaintances for one night. He had fallen asleep in Harry\'s arms, only to
wake up alone in the morning.

Even when Harry had taken him again and again, Draco had not thought once about
taking precautions. And now, he had to face the consequences, whatever they
might be, alone. Granted, they had stopped fighting since Halloween, and surely,
there had been secret glances in Advanced Potions and at dinner. But other than
that, Harry hadn\'t made a move since that night or even acknowledged that they
had spent the night together. Nothing.

He felt ridiculous for feeling hurt and abandoned, rejected even. Harry didn\'t
even know that Draco couldn\'t stop thinking about him, picturing him above him
and in him whenever Draco touched himself.

\"By Salazar! How could I have ever thought to fuck and be fucked by Harry Potter
and get out of it unscathed?\"

A pounding on his door interrupted his dark musings.

\"Go away!\" Draco yelled. He really wasn\'t up for dealing with anyone right now.

\"Come on, Draco, we\'re already late for Potions.\" Draco recognised the culprit\'s
voice as Blaise\'s. \"You might get away with this, but I won\'t.\"

Draco blinked. Potions? Oh shit! He had completely lost track of time. He
quickly shrugged into a plain button down shirt and his school robes, grabbed
his books and hurried out of his room. Blaise narrowed his eyes at him. \"What in
Salazar\'s name happened to you, Draco? You look like death warmed over twice.\"

\"Thanks, Blaise, I find you rather attractive, too,\" Draco retorted while they
scurried towards the Potions\' dungeon.

\"Bad day?\"

\"You have no idea, Blaise, you have no idea.\"

~o0o~

/Draco,

I\'m sorry to inform you that you can\'t come home for the Christmas Holidays
since your father is still indisposed and the Ministry at my throat. I will
spend the holidays in France with your aunt and uncle.

Mother/

Draco blinked back his tears. Ever since his father had been arrested at the end
of Draco\'s fifth year and freed by Voldemort and a handpicked group of Death
Eaters during the summer break, Lucius Malfoy had been on the run and gone into
hiding. Draco\'s mother hadn\'t reacted well to her husband\'s situation,
withdrawing from her only son to a point of complete frigidity.

It had hurt Draco to no end. He loved his mother, adored her like he had never
adored another female in his life. For a long time, he had blamed Harry for the
loss of both his parents. Granted, Lucius was a cold bastard and very strict.
But on some occasions, like Christmas, even Lucius Malfoy would let his guard
down. And his mother... Narcissa Malfoy was a cold beauty, a trophy wife, to be
very honest. But she had doted on her only son, spoilt him rotten and kept
Lucius from sending him off to Durmstrang.

But Draco had realised that it wasn\'t Harry\'s fault if Lucius was too proud and
arrogant and downright stupid to admit defeat and rather retreat in time than
being captured. And it also wasn\'t Harry\'s fault that his mother couldn\'t deal
with the fact that her husband was now a fugitive.

At least, he had been allowed to stay over various holidays, since Malfoy Manor
was the only home next to Hogwarts he had ever known. A cold home, yes. But a
home nonetheless. And now his own mother was taking that home from him by
telling him he couldn\'t come home for Christmas. He had to stay within the
confines of a cold stone prison, alone but for some students of other houses and
staff members. Christmas was going to be like hell.

~o0o~

Christmas Day was sunny and freezing cold. Draco decided that the day was
perfect for a walk and some necessary thinking on his part. He was indeed the
only Slytherin staying at Hogwarts over Christmas, though Blaise had offered him
to stay with him over the holidays or at least return earlier than planned.
Draco had refused though, desperately needing the solitude to finally come clean
with himself.

He was well into his first trimester now. Fortunately, he hadn\'t experienced the
usual symptoms women reported like morning sickness and strange cravings. And he
still had to decide if he wanted to keep the baby or not.

Draco quickly came to the conclusion that it wasn\'t a matter of *wanting* to
keep the baby. If it only came down to that, Draco would keep it without further
questioning. Smiling, he covered his stomach with his hands. Yes, he definitely
wanted to keep his baby. Harry\'s baby. Their baby. If only he could tell Harry.
But he didn\'t know how Harry would react to the news, and to keep it a secret,
holding the memory of their one night so very close and dear, was definitely
better than facing Harry and the ultimate rejection, destroying the illusion
that the Halloween Night had at least meant something.

But he now had to decide if he would be able to raise a child on his own, if he
had the means to do it. Frankly, he wouldn\'t have the means to do it. He was
very sure that he would be disowned and disinherited as soon as his parents
learned of his condition. When he graduated this summer he\'d be advanced in
pregnancy, which meant he couldn\'t just start working right after school. He
would have to wait at least 2 years, or more, until he could give his child into
daily care. And without the Malfoy fortune to back him up he couldn\'t even
afford a place to live.

\"I don\'t want to give you up,\" he whispered. \"Even now, I already love you.
Strange, isn\'t it? I, a Malfoy, raised as such, having sappy feelings about
someone who isn\'t even born. Must be the hormones...\" He brushed away the tears
that threatened to fall.

That was another thing. People were going to notice that he was changing. Not
only his appearance, but also his demeanour. While he was famous for his
tantrums and quick temper, he had realised lately that he looked at things
differently now. Calmer. More logical. Less egoistic. His guess was that it came
naturally if you weren\'t responsible for yourself alone anymore, but for someone
who depended on you, as small as that someone might be at the moment.

\"Who would have thought? You\'re not even born, and yet you managed to ensnare my
senses and capture my heart in your tiny hands. And I don\'t care what I have to
do, which obstacles I have to overcome. I won\'t give you away. Never.\"

He smiled again, softly caressing his lower abdomen. He would cross the bridges
when he got to them. But for now he was simply looking forward to having a baby.

~o0o~

\"Hey, Draco. What\'s up?\" Blaise said falling backwards onto the comfortable
loveseat in Draco\'s room.

The blonde quirked an eye-brow at his friend, looking up from his Potions\'
assignment. \"You\'re acting strange, Blaise. I\'m worried.\"

\"Could say the same about you,\" he replied offhandedly, pretending to inspect
his fingernails.

\"You could?\"

\"Yeah. You\'ve changed over Christmas.\"

\"Is that so?\"

Blaise sat up straight, looking at Draco. \"Yes, it is,\" he said seriously.
\"Draco, you haven\'t been yourself ever since I returned from home.\"

\"And just what is that supposed to mean, my dear Blaise, hmm?\" Draco replied
calmly, smiling.

\"Exactly. Usually, you wouldn\'t let me get away with this. But now... Now,
you\'re different. You\'re whole demeanour has changed.\"

\"In what way?\" Draco loved to play this game. He knew he had changed. His mirror
told him every day that he was becoming more beautiful with every day into his
pregnancy. And of course, Draco was arrogant enough to believe it.

\"You\'re practically glowing.\"

\"Glowing?\" Draco quirked his brows again.

\"Yes, glowing. Like something has happened over Christmas. Something that makes
you happy.\"

\"Malfoy\'s are not happy,\" Draco smirked.

\"We both know that\'s crap.\" Blaise got up and crouched next to Draco. \"Look,
Draco, I don\'t mean to pry. But... Are you in love?\"

\"Maybe not. But then, I am,\" Draco replied cryptically, smiling at the confusion
written all over Blaise\'s face. \"I was alone over Christmas, Blaise but for some
sixth and third years from Ravenclaw and Huffelpuff and the staff. I haven\'t
been with anyone since Halloween, as you well know,\" he added quietly.

\"I know. It\'s just... You\'re not the Draco Malfoy I grew up with anymore.\"

\"And you don\'t like this new Draco, now, do you?\" Draco snapped defensively.

Blaise sighed. \"I didn\'t say that. This change is just very sudden and
unexpected, and I\'m worried about you.\"

Draco felt guilty for snapping at his friend and unconsciously cupped his cheek.
\"I know, and I\'m sorry. There are some things going on in my life, but I can\'t
tell you. Not yet anyways.\"

Blaise looked critically at Draco for a moment before he put his hand over
Draco\'s on his cheek. \"Okay. I will leave you alone. For now,\" he said with a
sly grin.

Draco couldn\'t help but grin in return. \"Okay. Now get your arse out of my room.
I have to finish my homework and I can\'t do that with your shining presence
distracting me.\"

Blaise rolled his eyes and got up. \"It\'s good to know some things never change,
Draco.\"

\"Yes, Blaise. I know.\"

~o0o~

Draco peaked into the showers of the Slytherins\' lockers room, making sure that
none of his team mates had stayed behind after practise. It was hard enough to
hide his pregnancy fully dressed, but in the showers everyone would see that he
was showing and he wanted to avoid inconvenient questions as long as possible.

When he was sure he was truly alone, he quickly got out of his Quidditch gear,
snatched a towel from his locker and got into the shower. He opened the taps and
got under the spray, tilting his head upwards into the steaming water. Nothing
could relax him like a long, hot shower these days, not even a bath. He was at
the beginning of his second trimester and his back was starting to ache already.

He sighed and started to stroke softly over the bulge on his lower abdomen with
one hand while he balanced himself against the shower wall with the other,
letting the pounding water massage his sore muscles. He knew he would have to
give up Quidditch sooner or later. He didn\'t want to risk losing his baby
because he took a bludger to the side or, even worse, his stomach.

But dropping off the team would certainly rouse suspicions and questions Draco
didn\'t know how to block or answer. Seeing Madame Pomfrey was also out of
question because she certainly would tell Dumbledore and Snape, and since he
wasn\'t of age yet, his parents, or rather his mother would be informed of his
situation.

\"You\'re just a snowball, love, and you\'re already capable of starting an
avalanche,\" he whispered fondly, smiling down at his pregnant body. \"I don\'t
know why I ever even pondered the possibility of giving you up although you
turned me into a very un-Malfoyish sap and sissy,\" he added, smirking to
himself. \"I love you so much. I finally can understand my mother, why she showed
so much love and affection towards me though she was as cold as a breeze in
autumn already laced with winter\'s icy tendrils. There, you\'re doing it again.
Now I\'m getting poetic for you.\" He chuckled softly, massaging over his stomach.
\"I wish I could share this happiness with your other father, you know? But we\'re
on our own for now.\"

He finished his shower, softly humming a lullaby he remembered his mother
singing to him whenever Lucius had been to strict or downright cruel to him. He
still couldn\'t understand why his mother had not wanted him home for Christmas,
but it didn\'t hurt so much anymore. He only wished that Harry was here with him,
sharing those special moments with him.

\"Yes, if only you could be with me, Potter.\"


~o0o~


Draco sighed in relief. He would not have been able to deal another minute with
Harry\'s eyes boring into the back of his head, despite Snape deducting points
from Gryffindor whenever he caught Harry staring.

He hurried down some corridor leading to the library where he was supposed to
meet Blaise for going over their Ancient Runes homework again. He was so deep in
thought that he didn\'t quite pay attention to his surroundings. Suddenly, a hand
clamped over his mouth and he was dragged into an empty classroom. He was too
surprised to scream or struggle against his assailant, but his eyes grew
comically wide when he realised just who was currently trapping him against the
wall and stretching his arms above his head, holding his wrists in a firm grasp.

\"Potter! Are you completely out of your mind? Release me!\" Draco hissed.

\"Hold still, I\'m not going to hurt you,\" Harry said.

He deftly undid Draco\'s robes and tucked Draco\'s shirt out of his trousers.

\"What are you doing? Have you finally lost it? Not that you had much to lose,
mind you,\" Draco sneered. He felt helpless and knew that Harry could very well
do whatever he liked right now.

\"Shshsh...\" Harry slipped his hand under Draco\'s shirt, coming to rest on the
prominent bulge on Draco\'s lower abdomen. He smiled. \"It\'s true, then, what I\'ve
been told. You\'re pregnant.\"

Draco closed his eyes, shivering at the tender caress of Harry\'s fingers. \"Yes,
it\'s true,\" he finally bit out. \"Can I go now?\"

Harry chuckled softly. \"Relax, Draco,\" he said, watching Draco\'s tense features.

Draco glared at him. \"It\'s quite difficult to relax with my arms stretched like
this,\" he snapped, \"and with your dead weight against me, Potter.\"

Draco expected Harry to reply in kind, but he merely smiled and released his
arms, only to slip his now free second hand under Draco\'s shirt, caressing
Draco\'s swollen stomach.

\"Stop that, Potter, you\'re making me nervous.\"

\"Sorry. I-- I can\'t help it. \" He prodded Draco softly with his nose. \"It\'s
funny somehow. Who would\'ve thought that we would end up having a baby.\"

\"I never said you were the father.\"

Harry backed away, narrowing his eyes. Draco could almost see the wheels turning
in Harry\'s head. His face fell, and Draco realised that Harry didn\'t like the
thought of someone else being the father of the baby at all.

Draco sighed. He couldn\'t stand the look of utter sadness on Harry\'s face. He
was so tired of running away from the feelings he clearly harboured for Harry.
\"Don\'t look at me like that. Yes, it\'s yours. Our baby.\"

If Draco had known that the simple fact of Harry having certainty of his
impending fatherhood could make Harry smile at him like that, he would have told
him the moment he found out himself. He opened his arms and accepted Harry into
an almost loving embrace.

\"Mine?\"

\"Yes. I haven\'t been with anyone since Halloween.\"

\"Why haven\'t you told me?\"

\"I didn\'t know how you\'d react. I-- I have to admit I wasn\'t even sure if I
wanted to keep it.\"

\"But you did. You do.\"

\"Yes. I\'m keeping it.\"

\"Does anyone else know about this?\"

\"No, I haven\'t told anyone. By the way, how did you find out I\'m pregnant in the
first place.\"

Harry blushed. \"Blaise told me.\"

Draco stared blankly at Harry. \"Blaise? What do you have to do with Blaise?\"

Harry moved out of Draco\'s arms, who let him go reluctantly. \"Blaise is the one
who set you up with me on Halloween. He had found me one night up in the
Astronomy Tower. I don\'t know why I told him how I feel about you or why he
promised to help me get you at least one night. Fact is, he saw you in the
showers after Quidditch practise two days ago.\"

Draco closed his eyes. \"And he saw that I\'m showing.\"

\"Yes. And he told me. Which leads us to my next question. What are we going to
do now?\"

\"What do you mean, what are we going to do now? There\'s little we can do now
with the snakeface still around.\"

Harry snickered. \"Snakeface? You\'re calling Voldemort snakeface?\"

\"Don\'t get your knickers in a twist, Potter,\" Draco said, rolling his eyes.
\"Yes, I do call him snakeface because, frankly, he\'s nothing but that to me.\"

\"Good.\" Harry smiled, but his voice was tinted with barely hid worry as he
continued. \"I don\'t want any of our children grow up like we did. They deserve a
better life than you and me had so far.\"

\"Wait, wait, whoa, Potter. \'Our\' children? As in more than one and together?
Like this one?\" Draco covered his stomach gently with his hands.

Harry blushed and looked away. \"Erm... uhm...\"

\"What, Potter, tongue tied in the moment of truth?\" Draco couldn\'t help but play
with Harry\'s uneasiness a little bit more. \"You want to have more than one child
with me, is that it?\"

Harry covered his face in his hands. \"You\'re not supposed to know that,\" he
murmured.

\"Know what?\" Draco asked curiously.

Harry looked up at the tone of Draco\'s voice. \"I--. I never meant this to be
just a one night stand, Draco. I-- I hoped that--\" He paused, struggling for
words. \"I hoped that if I\'m good enough in bed you would be interested in at
least more than a one night stand.\"

\"How much more?\" Draco asked softly.

\"As much as you would have been willing to give me. God... I\'m so pathetic. But
I guess-- you do that-- when-- when you\'re in love.\"

Draco could hear his heart thundering in his ears, his guts twisting into knots,
and he almost doubled over as the full meaning of Harry\'s words finally sunk in.
In love. Harry was in love with him. \"Why did you leave me, then, in the
morning, giving me every reason to believe you\'re not interested in anything
more than a casual fling?\"

\"I don\'t want to tell you.\"

\"Why?\"

\"It\'s stupid.\"

\"Come on. The time for secrets and hiding is over. Or... are you scared,
Potter?\"

\"That\'s it.\"

\"What is what? You\'re not making any sense.\"

\"You never call me by my first name. I\'m never just Harry. Always Potter and
everything that comes with the name. You even called me Potter when you came,\"
he said, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Draco slid down the wall, dumbfounded. He had wasted all those months pining
after Harry because he hadn\'t been able to get his head out of his arse for 10
seconds? That was so typically Draco. He groaned. \"Potter, I--\" He stopped,
taking a few deep breaths. \"Harry. I\'m sorry. You are more than \'Potter\' to me.
Have been for a long time.\"

Harry kneeled next to Draco. \"Say it again.\"

\"What?\"

\"My name. Say it again.\"

Draco smiled. \"Harry.\" He pulled Harry near. \"Harry.\" He smiled against Harry\'s
lips when he leaned in to kiss him. \"Harry.\" He kissed Harry gently, afraid to
chase him away again.

\"Does this mean we\'re going to at least try?\" Harry asked breathlessly.

\"Yes, I guess it does,\" Draco replied softly.

Harry stood up and held out his hand to help Draco up. Draco stood and groaned,
pressing his hands into his back. \"He or she is giving me a hard time,\" he
explained to a concerned looking Harry.

Harry looked around and grinned. \"Take off your robes and lean on the desk.\"

Draco quirked an eye-brow, but complied. He started when he felt Harry\'s rough
hands under his shirt, but relaxed as those hands started to work his sore
muscles. \"Can I come to you whenever I need a backrub?\" he asked jokingly.

\"Anytime, Draco,\" Harry replied seriously.

Draco looked back over his shoulder. \"Even at breakfast?\"

\"Even at breakfast. I\'m not going to hide you.\" Harry worked Draco in silence
for a few moments. \"Hermione and Ron know,\" he finally said quietly.

\"Know what?\"

\"About my feelings for you. Have known for a long time.\"

\"How long?\"

\"Middle of sixth year.\"

\"You\'ve been in love with me since sixth year?\" Draco asked incredulously.

\"No, longer. \'Mione and Ron have known since then.\"

\"How long, then?\"

\"I don\'t really know. But I think I realised in our fifth year. The Quidditch
match against Slytherin.\"

\"Where you hit me,\" Draco concluded. \"I knew it!\"

\"Knew what?\"

\"You were hard against me.\"

\"Yeah, I guess I was.\" Draco didn\'t need to turn his head to know that Harry was
blushing.

\"I was a real git back then. I\'m sorry, Harry.\"

\"Forget it. I don\'t want to dwell in the past.\"

Again, they were silent, the rustling of Draco\'s clothes being the only sound in
the empty classroom. Harry worked his way up Draco\'s backside, leaning into him
to rub his shoulders.

Draco sighed softly. \"You\'re hard,\" he said teasingly.

\"Sorry.\"

\"Don\'t apologise.\"

\"I don\'t want to scare you.\"

\"Harry, you took my virginity that night. It\'s a little late for me to be
scared.\"

Harry stilled his hands, but didn\'t move away. \"What?\"

Draco slowly eased up and turned around, sliding his arms around Harry\'s waist.
\"You were my first.\"

\"But-- But... the rumours... And Pansy...\"

Draco chuckled softly before he looked up into Harry\'s eyes. \"Pansy and I were
destined to get married and, thus, I didn\'t sleep with her. And the rumours...
None of them are true, Harry. A few kisses here and there, a hand- or blowjob,
but that\'s it. You were my first, Harry, and I don\'t regret it.\"

He nuzzled his face into Harry\'s shoulder, contented with just holding Harry as
close as possible. He had to suppress a giddy grin when he felt Harry\'s hand
creeping up his back until it came to rest on his neck, his fingers playing
softly with Draco\'s hair.

\"Did you know you could get pregnant?\" Harry asked shyly.

Draco sighed. \"Yes. But the possibility of getting pregnant totally eluded my
mind at that time,\" he said, a teasing note in his voice. \"I didn\'t trick you,
Harry.\"

\"I know. If you did, you\'d have flaunted your pregnancy the moment you found
out,\" Harry smirked, pressing a soft kiss to Draco\'s temple.

\"The old Malfoy would\'ve done it.\"

\"The old Malfoy would\'ve never thought about bedding Harry Potter.\"

\"True.\" He smiled. \"I can\'t wait to see Snape\'s reaction when he finds out.\"

They laughed which turned into a yawn on Draco\'s side. \"Sorry.\"

\"Want to lay down for a bit?\"

\"No. I have class in half an hour, but I think I\'ll skip dinner and go straight
to bed. Want to join me?\" he added hesitantly.

\"I\'d love to, but I promised Ron to help him with his Advanced Charms\' essay.\"

Draco nodded. \"Okay. I guess I\'ll see you at breakfast, then?\"

\"Yeah... And remember. If you need me, just send an owl. I\'ll be down in your
rooms as fast as I can.\"

\"I know. Thank you.\" Draco quickly kissed Harry before he left the classroom.
Tired or not - if he had stayed a second longer, he would have ravished Harry,
and half an hour wasn\'t nearly enough time to do all the things he wanted to do
to Harry.


~o0o~


\"Where have you been?\" Blaise asked worriedly, as Draco finally made it to his
Arithmancy class. \"I thought we wanted to go over our homework again,\" he
continued more quietly since Professor Vector started her class in her usual
strict and snappish manner.

\"I\'m sorry, Blaise. I didn\'t forget, but I was literally snatched from the
hall.\"

\"What happened? Where you hurt?\" Blaise questioned immediately.

\"No.\" Draco chuckled softly. \"I had a talk with Harry.\"

\"Finally. About time.\"

\"Yes, he told me that you, my dear Blaise, played quite a role in all this,\"
Draco remarked offhandedly while he started to copy down some complicated
numeric combinations.

Blaise had actually the decency to blush, which made Draco laugh. \"Are you mad
at me?\"

\"Mad? I owe you big time. But-- please, Blaise, promise to keep this to yourself
for now.\"

\"Okay, you have my word.\" Blaise\'s expression grew serious. \"What did Harry say
about-- you know.\"

\"To say he\'s happy would be the understatement of the century. I never knew he
could or would smile at me like that.\"

\"So... You\'re keeping it.\"

\"Yes, we do. And we\'re going to try and see if we can actually make a
relationship work.\"

\"But not just for the baby, are you?\" Blaise narrowed his eyes suspiciously at
the blonde.

\"Why, Blaise, are you caring about Harry or me more than you let on?\" Draco
quirked his eye-brows in a very arrogant manner, but smiled nonetheless.

\"I care about Harry, and you, but not in the way you\'re implying,\" Blaise bit
back, but his voice lacked the venom to turn the comment into an insult. \"We\'ve
become quite good friends since he decided to confide in me.\"

\"Harry insinuated something like this, yes. But to answer your question... No,
it\'s not just because of the baby. At least not for my part.\"

Blaise grinned. \"Do you have any idea how much Harry actually adores you?\"

\"Does he now?\"

\"Mr Malfoy and Mr Zabini. Would you please refrain from disturbing my class
furthermore?\"

\"Sorry, Professor,\" Draco apologised, but he shot Blaise a sly grin. \"We\'ll talk
about this later.\"


~o0o~


Draco awoke with a terrible headache. And backache. He groaned. He felt sore,
and not in a good way. Grumpily, he got out of bed and padded into the bathroom.
Absentmindedly, he started to rub gently over the prominent bulge on his lower
abdomen while he climbed into the shower. Perhaps he would take Harry up on his
offer to give him a backrub whenever he needed one. He grinned. The Slytherins,
with the exception of Blaise, would throw a fit if he did that, let alone Snape.

Still grinning, he got out of the shower and got dressed. He grabbed his books
and made his way into the Great Hall. Automatically, his eyes wandered to the
place Harry usually occupied during meals. But it was way too early for Harry
being down at breakfast already, so Draco turned to join the other seventh year
Slytherins.

\"G\'Morning,\" Blaise greeted him sleepily.

\"Good morning, Blaise,\" Draco answered, rubbing his back to ease the pain at
least somewhat.

\"Backache?\"

\"Yeah.\"

\"Need a rub?\"

Draco quirked an eye-brow. \"Thanks for the offer, but there is only one pair of
hands I will tolerate on my naked skin at the moment.\"

\"Oooh, do you have a lover?\" Pansy quipped. \"Do I know her?\"

\"One, Parkinson, keep your nose out of my business. Two, yes, I have a lover.
Three, yes, you know *him*.\"

Pansy nearly spluttered her pumpkin juice all over the place, but managed to
quickly swallow it down. \"You\'re gay?\"

\"Even I knew that,\" Crabbe commented, before he shoved a piece of toast into his
mouth.

\"But-- What about us, Draco? We\'re supposed to get married!\" Pansy whined, tears
gathering in her eyes.

\"Change of plans, I\'d say,\" Goyle said.

\"Stop being witty, you\'re scaring me,\" Draco smirked. He knew very well that
both his bookends were brighter than they let everyone believe. \"Pansy, the only
reason for me to marry is to produce an heir. Nothing more, nothing less.\"

\"I thought you loved me...\" she whispered, a tear rolling down her cheek.

Draco rolled his eyes. He was quite familiar with Pansy\'s dramatics and how she
used them to manipulate people into doing what she wanted. \"Stop it, for
Merlin\'s sake. You\'re embarrassing.\"

Pansy\'s lips quivered the tiniest bit before she jumped from the table and fled
the hall. Draco buried his head in his arms and groaned. \"Why me?\" He looked at
Blaise. \"Tell me again why father wants me to marry that hag?\"

\"She\'s pureblood, she\'s Slytherin to the bone, you were promised to her when you
were three years old, her parents are equally as loaded as your family...\"
Blaise checked the points with his fingers. \"Ah, yes, and you need an heir.\"

They grinned at each other. \"Thanks for reminding me.\"

\"No problem, I love to be your notebook.\" Blaise looked up to watch the
Gryffindor seventh years plumping onto the benches. \"Looks like your backrub
ticket has arrived,\" he whispered into Draco\'s ear.

Draco sat up straight again, his eyes resting on the familiar mop of black hair.
Harry was trying talking to Granger, writing on the stack of parchment next to
him and having breakfast at the same time, which, naturally, ended up in chaos.
Draco chuckled softly.

\"Pansy will have a fit when she finds out,\" Crabbe said.

\"Finds out what?\" Draco narrowed his eyes.

\"That you have your eyes on Potter.\"

Draco buried his face again in his arms. \"Is there something you don\'t know,
Crabbe? Or you Goyle, for that matter?\"

Goyle grinned savagely. \"Draco, the day something happens around here and we
*don\'t* know about it, worry.\"

\"Why do I so not like the sound of this, Blaise?\"

\"Because they\'re too bright for their own good. Just be happy that they\'re not
gossiping around like that Brown girl or the Patil twins.\"

\"Yes, I guess I should be.\" He looked over to the Gryffindors again, smiling
when Harry returned his gaze.

\"Why don\'t you just get yourself a backrub, hmm?\" Blaise teased when Draco
started to press his hands into his back again, biting his lips.

\"You know what, Blaise? I will just do that.\"

\"Then, what are you still doing here?\"

Draco grinned slyly and got up, careful to not put more strain on his sore back.
He sauntered over to the Gryffindor table, fully aware that he was watched not
only by his house and various other students, but also by Snape. The only people
who were completely unfazed by his actions seemed to be the seventh year
Gryffindors. Weasley scooted over without much ado when Draco sat to straddle
the stone bench and cuddle into Harry\'s left side. Granger didn\'t even falter in
her lecture about the importance of revising, and Harry slid his arm around
Draco\'s waist, pulling him closer while he still scribbled on his parchment.

Draco peaked at Harry\'s script, trying to decipher Harry\'s horrible handwriting.
\"I thought you wanted to do that last night?\"

\"Yeah, we got finished with Ron\'s essay, but I still need to write mine,\" Harry
replied softly, grinning sheepishly.

\"Are you multitasking-compliant?\"

\"Sure. Why?\"

\"Back.\"

Harry grinned. \"You had to take me up on my offer, didn\'t you?\"

\"I\'m a Slytherin, what did you expect?\"

Harry didn\'t reply, but started to gently stroke and rub Draco\'s aching back.
Draco sighed contentedly before he closed his eyes, nuzzling his face into
Harry\'s neck.

Of course, the peace didn\'t last for long.

\"Mr Potter.\" Draco opened one eye to squint at his Head of House. \"May I ask
what you are doing with Mr Malfoy?\" Snape drawled icily.

\"Rubbing his back?\" Harry said questioningly.

\"And why would you do that?\" Snape\'s voice dripped with sarcasm and venom. Draco
could tell that Snape was not pleased and prepared to take as many points off
Gryffindor as possible, depending on Harry\'s answer.

\"Our daughter or son is giving Draco a hard time, and I\'m only trying to work
out the knots in my boyfriend\'s back.\"

Draco gasped. He hadn\'t expected Harry to be so open about their situation. Come
to think of it, he didn\'t mind either. He was more interested in Snape\'s
reaction.

\"10 points from Gryffindor for blatant lying,\" Snape said sweetly.

\"He\'s not lying, Professor,\" Draco said before Harry could jump into Snape\'s
face. \"I\'m pregnant. With Harry\'s child. Our child.\"

Draco expected Snape to do many things in reaction to this revelation. Fainting
was not one of them. But that was what Professor Snape did. He sank to the floor
with a loud thud, out cold for the time being.

The reaction of the students were mixed. The Slytherins were in an uproar,
accusing Gryffiondor of \'doing something\' to their Head of House. Ravenclaw
didn\'t even notice something was amiss. The Huffelpuffs made sure to not sit
with their backs to Gryffindor, in case they might decide to do whatever they
did to Snape to them. Gryffindor table was clapping and cheering since most of
them hated Snape with a passion.

\"Silence!\" Dumbledore\'s voice boomed over the noisy ruckus the students made.
\"Harry, Mr Malfoy. What happened?\"

\"I told Professor Snape the truth and he obviously didn\'t take it well,\" Draco
replied, a smile tugging at his lips.

\"Pray tell, what could make Severus Snape faint?\" Professor McGonagall asked
incredulously.

\"I\'m pregnant.\"

The silence was total. Then, hell broke loose. Students were shouting, crying,
staring in utter disbelief at Harry and Draco, the latter just shaking his head
and snuggling deeper into Harry\'s body. Again, Dumbledore called the students to
order. After the noise had died down to an acceptable level, Dumbledore smiled
at Draco and Harry, the ever present twinkle in his eyes brighter than usual.
\"Well, Harry, Draco, I guess congratulations are in order. Would somebody please
be so kind and wake Professor Snape up?\"

Harry sighed. \"Ennervate!\"

Snape sat up straight like a switch knife and groaned. He stood up and brushed
his robes off. \"10 points from Gryffindor for making a fool out of me,\" he
snapped.

\"Now, now, Severus, it\'s not Harry\'s fault that Mr Malfoy spoke the truth, now
is it?\" Dumbledore looked down his long, crooked nose and smiled. \"I suppose
Lucius has no idea that you are with child?\"

Draco looked at Harry and they both broke into fits of laughter. \"No, sir, my
father has no idea I\'m with child. But I couldn\'t care less if he found out.\"

\"Very well. I believe you should go and see Madame Pomfrey at once. You\'re both
excused from classes today.\"

Harry beamed at Dumbledore, while Draco just nodded. They stood up, Harry not
making a move to release Draco from his arms.

\"Mr Malfoy!\" Lupin called before they could leave the hall. Draco turned around
to look at the professor and quirked an eye-brow. \"Before I forget it. 50 points
to Slytherin. I\'d never thought I\'d live to see the day where Severus Snape
faints.\"

Draco grinned. \"You\'re most welcome, Professor,\" he said, completely ignoring
the seething professor in question.

~o0o~

\"How you managed to get so far in your pregnancy without medical assistance is
beyond me, Mr Malfoy, and I have you know that I\'m highly disapproving of your
serious lack of judgement,\" Madame Pomfrey scolded Draco with a quirked eye-
brow, ushering him onto one of the beds. \"You can go now, Mr Potter.\"

\"No!\" Draco said quickly. \"Harry has every right to be here.\"

\"Fine,\" she conceded, though it was apparent that she was not happy about
Harry\'s presence in the infirmary. \"But stay out of the way, Mr Potter.\"

\"I\'ll behave, I promise.\"

Draco watched warily as the witch prepared some potions for him to take and took
them without questioning. He wanted to get out of the infirmary again as soon as
possible. He closed his eyes and blindly reached for Harry\'s hand, feeling
reassured when he felt Harry\'s calloused fingers close around his trembling
ones.

\"Relax, Mr Malfoy. I\'m not going to hurt you.\" Madame Pomfrey exposed Draco\'s
lower abdomen when the potions started to work. She muttered various spells and
enchantments over Draco\'s body, nodding at some points and writing some things
down in a book. \"Well, Mr Malfoy, congratulations. You and your daughter are in
perfect health.\"

Draco looked at Harry who beamed at him. \"We\'re going to have a daughter,
Harry,\" he whispered. Harry just nodded, smiling adoringly at Draco.

\"You will have to follow certain things from now on, Mr Malfoy. No strenuous
activities, which especially includes Quidditch and flying in general. I will
have to talk to Professor Snape about your Potions\' class since some of the
Potion ingredients of this year\'s curriculum can be most devastating for your
child.\"

\"No flying?\"

\"No flying. The centrifugal forces are too powerful.\"

\"I see.\" He sat up. \"Can we go now?\"

Madame Pomfrey huffed, but nodded. \"If you have any questions, don\'t be afraid
to ask.\"

\"Thank you,\" Draco said curtly, rearranging his clothes.

\"Erm... actually... I have some questions,\" Harry said quietly, blushing
fiercely.

Draco looked sharply at Harry, but had to grin at his obvious discomfort. As
much as he detested the infirmary and its watchdog, he was too Slytherin to let
a possibility like this to see Harry squirm pass.

\"Go on, Mr Potter, ask.\"

\"Well...\" Harry bit his lips. \"How did Draco get pregnant? I mean, as far as I
remember, he\'s a guy,\" he blurted out in a rush, blushing even deeper than
before.

Madame Pomfrey folded her hands in front of her. \"Mr Malfoy is the wizarding
form of a hermaphrodite. Contrary to most of the muggle variant, he is fully
equipped to bear children. He has ovaries and a womb. Only in a much smaller
layout than a woman would have, enlarging when needed.\"

\"That\'s why I had those cramps in the beginning, then,\" Draco mused.

\"Exactly.\"

\"And how did... erm... get my... uhm... seed into his womb?\" Harry asked,
studying the floor in front of him.

\"Now, Harry, if you don\'t know the answer to *that* question...\" Draco drawled,
smirking.

\"Shut up, Draco. You know what I mean,\" Harry bantered back.

\"Mr Malfoy\'s cervix ends in his rectum, shielded by a thick layer of tissue. If
he is fertile, his digestion stops for about three days and the layer becomes
permeable for sperm, nothing else.\"

\"So, you definitely knew it could happen on Halloween?\" Harry said quietly.

\"Yes. But as I said. I didn\'t think.\" He slipped off the bed and embraced Harry
tenderly. \"You kept me quite distracted.\"

Harry smiled. \"Yeah, I guess I did.\"

\"Well, if you don\'t have any other questions, I have patients to take care of.\"

\"Thank you, Madame Pomfrey,\" Draco said quickly before he dragged Harry out of
the infirmary and headed for his room.

~o0o~

As soon as the stone wall to Draco\'s room closed behind them, Draco pulled Harry
into his arms and kissed him deeply. \"I missed you, Harry,\" he admitted when
they came up for air.

\"I missed you, too... God, I think I drove Blaise insane with my whining and
moping.\"

Draco laughed. \"Blaise cornered me after Christmas and questioned me about my
change of demeanour.\"

\"Yeah, he told me. And about your cryptic answer to the question if you were in
love.\"

Draco lead Harry to his loveseat and pulled him down next to him. \"I am in love
with you, Harry. Don\'t doubt this. But Blaise asked me at a time where
everything that mattered to me was our daughter. And I just didn\'t want to tell
Blaise yet.\"

Draco smiled when Harry snuggled into him, sighing contentedly. It felt good to
just have someone around, without feeling obligated to shag. \"Harry?\"

\"Hmm?\"

\"Erm... I hope you don\'t mind, but... I already have thought about names for the
baby, depending on its sex.\"

Harry looked up and shifted until his head rested in Draco\'s lap. \"Tell me.\"

\"Well, since we\'re going to have a girl... Áthas.\"

Harry blinked. \"Áthas.\"

\"You don\'t like it.\"

\"I didn\'t say that, Draco. I just never heard that name before.\"

\"It\'s the Irish word for joy. And since I decided on names when I thought she
was going to be my only joy it kind of stuck.\"

\"Then she will be my joy, too,\" he whispered, brushing his fingertips against
Draco\'s stomach.

A warm rush flooded Draco\'s body. He threaded his fingers through Harry\'s hair,
revelling in the silkiness of it. \"Thank you.\"

\"What for?\"

\"For giving us a chance.\" Draco blinked back his tears. \"God, I\'m getting
emotional again.\"

Harry sat up and straddled Draco\'s thighs. \"Don\'t hide from me. You\'re allowed
to have feelings like every other human being. That has nothing to do with
weakness.\"

\"All my life, I was taught that emotions don\'t behoove Malfoys, to a point where
I started to believe what I was told. Áthas changed that in me. As small as she
is, she holds my heart in her tiny little hands. And I love her. I knew I would
never make it without the back up of my family\'s fortune. But my love for her
overruled reason when I decided to keep her.\"

\"And for that, I\'m very thankful. You know, even if we didn\'t feel anything for
each other... I wouldn\'t have let you down, Draco.\"

\"I know. Now.\" He sighed. \"I just hope these emotional outbursts will vanish
again when Áthas is born.\"

Harry snickered. \"Why? I like you like that.\"

Draco growled and started to tickle Harry, sending him backwards onto the carpet
before he pounced.

\"Stop! Draco!\" Harry gasped, trying to either wiggle out under Draco or buck him
off his body. \"No-- No strenuous-- activities! Stop! I give, I give,\" he
laughed.

Draco stopped his assault, smirking down at Harry. Suddenly, the atmosphere
changed. Harry shifted beneath Draco, and Draco groaned, feeling Harry\'s hard
prick sliding against his own through the layers of clothes. \"Bed. Now,\" Draco
rasped out.

\"No, stay like this,\" Harry objected.

Draco watched as Harry moved lower until his head was level with Draco\'s crotch.
\"Harry, what are you up to?\"

\"It\'s been too long, Draco. If you touch me now I\'ll explode.\" Harry opened
Draco\'s slacks. \"Do you want to fulfil one of my fantasies?\"

\"Depends,\" Draco hissed as Harry licked across his swollen cock-head through his
briefs. He wanted to just free his aching erection and bury it in Harry\'s
throat.

\"Fuck my mouth, Draco. Use it for your pleasure.\"

Draco moaned, moving his clothed crotch against Harry\'s lips. \"You\'d like that,
Harry? Me just taking what I want from you?\"

Harry didn\'t answer, but pulled Draco\'s slacks down together with his briefs.
\"Do it, Draco. Use me.\"

Without second thought, Draco slipped his prick into Harry\'s eager mouth. He
reached down with one hand to still Harry\'s immediate movement. \"Wait. I don\'t
want this to be over just yet.\" He closed his eyes, savouring the moment of
absolute control. He cried out when Harry swallowed around him and began to
steadily move. \"Wrap your arms around me.\" Harry did as he was told, humming
against the hard flesh in his mouth. Draco couldn\'t resist any longer. He fisted
his hand into Harry\'s hair to hold him steady while he used Harry\'s mouth for
what it was made for. \"Harry, oh god...\" Draco felt the familiar white heat
pooling in his groin, spreading out through his body, until he exploded into
Harry\'s mouth, whispering his name over and over again. He jerked when he felt
Harry swallowing his seed down. \"Harry...\"

Harry released Draco\'s now soft member, his puffs of hot breath against the
sensitive glans sending shivers down Draco\'s spine. \"Oh fuck...\"

\"What\'s wrong?\"

\"Nothing,\" Harry croaked hoarsely. \"I told you it\'s been too long.\"

Draco laughed softly, realisation dawning on him. \"I didn\'t know I turn you on
like that.\"

\"You have no idea how much, Draco.\"

Draco stood awkwardly and shed his clothes. \"I didn\'t expect you to swallow,
you know? You didn\'t at Halloween... You fed it to me.\"

\"Well, you didn\'t quite give me an option with your prick buried in my throat,\"
Harry chuckled, propping himself up on his arms. \"It was sexy as hell. You are
sexy as hell,\" he added, staring up at Draco.

\"What do you think of a long hot shower with this sexy-as-hell boy?\" Draco said
teasingly, but smiling nonetheless.

\"Sounds sexy,\" Harry replied, smirking.

Draco pulled Harry up, immediately wrapping him into his arms. \"What other
fantasies do you have, huh?\"

Harry grinned mischievously. \"Why don\'t you find out?\"

~o0o~

The End!