Mismatch

Author: Lillian
Title: Mismatch
Pairing: Draco/Ron
Feedback: Lillian02025@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash MPREG, AU, Angst, Humor
Summary: A blunder in the Potions Classroom leads to an unexpected complication for Draco and Ron.
Disclaimer: Not mine. No infringement intended. No money made.
Author’s Notes: This is set in the beginning of Ron and Draco’s six year at Hogwarts. The only major departure from canon in this particular universe is that Lucius Malfoy is *not* a Death Eater and he and his family have no connections to Lord Voldemort. My greatest thanks goes out to my superb beta MeLi without whom I wouldn’t get diddly-squat done, she’s both my muse and good friend.


Professor Snape’s Office ~~~

Ron and Draco sat quietly in Severus’ office, awaiting the results of the test. Ron chewed on his non-existent nails while Draco glared at him.

‘It wasn’t my fault’ thought Ron resentfully. How could I know we’d been doused in a love potion? Why oh why did one of Neville’s potions actually work this time even if it wasn’t the potion they were supposed to making? He slumped back down in his chair.

Draco and Ron had been paired together by Snape to work on a complicated healing salve in their Potions Class and, as fate would have it, they were directly next to Neville and Crabbe when their cauldron exploded. There’d been no apparent side effects, save for the blue goop that had been liberally streaked all over their skin and robes. Crabbe and Neville had managed to get out of the way in the nick of time, leaving Ron and Draco the only ones affected. After a considerable time using clean up spells, Ron and Draco had started out together towards their next class in Charms.

Draco, naturally, had been in a foul temper and was busy cursing Neville and every Gryffindor since time had begun. Ron had tried to block out Draco’s ranting but he drew the line when Draco started his pureblood spiel and insulted Ron’s friends.

Ron remembered cornering Draco, furious at him for calling Hermione a dirty mudblood, and pushing him against the wall. A hot blush covered Ron’s face as he hardened, remembering the feel of Draco as he pinned him against the wall.

A red haze had descended on Ron and his blood had started to pound in his veins. Ron had wanted to punch him and beat him and…bite him, mark him. Somehow, Draco had ended up on the hard ground in the corridor hissing and spitting his defiance with Ron straddling him. Ron remembered Draco biting and scratching him and twisting violently under him, trying to get loose.

Ron’s prick had hardened almost instantly, fire running through his blood. He had bent down and kissed Draco roughly. Draco had tried to bite him and before Ron knew it he was savaging Draco’s mouth. Every limb seemed to be in on the conflagration that was consuming Ron and he’d started to tear away Draco’s clothes. Draco’s hips had undulated against his own once, and then all the fight had seemingly gone out of Draco. Some serious moaning and gasps had followed as Ron’s teeth and lips explored Malfoy’s body.

Draco looked at the squirming Weasel sitting next to him. Bastard. Rotten bastard. For God’s sake, he had fucked Draco right in the middle of the third floor corridor. He’d…well, no, he hadn’t raped him, Draco couldn’t say that, but Ron had certainly taken advantage of Draco’s hot-blooded veela heritage.

Draco shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he remembered the feel of the enraged weasel on top of him, rubbing his erection into Draco’s. Merlin. How much worse could it get? He’d actually bottomed for a Weasley. How much lower could he go? Damn his Veela heritage. Damn his heat cycle.

Draco’s body ached as he remembered Ron pushing past his tight entrance and Draco urging him on. Draco had clasped Ron tightly to him and wrapped both his legs securely around Ron’s waist. Ron’s slender body had been surprisingly attractive and Ron had made Draco pant and beg for more as he’d pounded into him. How humiliating.

Severus Snape startled both boys as he swept into the office and swung a potions bottle in front of the two seated boys. The potion, normally colourless, had turned blue with the addition of Draco’s blood.

Both boys paled.

“Mr. Malfoy, I presume you know what this means,” said Snape in a cutting voice.

“Of course I do,” snapped Draco.

“I will make up the Keelium Potion today and you must take it first thing tomorrow morning. Your…body should return to normal by the weekend,” said Snape while he sneered at Ron.

Ron’s heart started to beat faster.

“No,” he said.

Total silence greeted him. Draco glared at him and Snape looked down his long nose.

“I know it was a mistake, I know we didn’t plan it, but for Merlin’s sake, this is our baby, Draco, not a spilled cauldron we have to clean up,” said Ron in a tight voice.

“This is not a baby, Weasel,” snorted Draco. “It’s only been two days since we shagged and, personally, I’d rather not have any permanent reminders about that unhappy event.”

Draco snapped his teeth together and stared off into the corner.

Ron started to sweat. He had to find a way to stop Draco. Then he faintly remembered a conversation he’d heard some years back while his parents had been discussing the Malfoy family.

“Okay, but what if this is going to be your only child?” blurted Ron.

Draco drew himself up and turned towards Ron.

“What are you babbling about, Weasel?” he said coldly.

“My mum and dad said that the Malfoys have problems conceiving because of their Veela heritage. That’s the reason your mum and day only have you; they couldn’t have any more children,” said Ron in a rush.

Draco bristled.

“As it happens, my parents didn’t need to have any more children once they produced the heir to the estate,” said Draco coldly, but a seed of doubt niggled at him. He remembered begging his parents for a sibling more than once as a child.

Professor Snape’s voice broke into the conversation.

“Loathe as I am to agree with Mr. Weasley, Mr. Malfoy, he may have a point,” said the Professor.

“What?” said Draco, furious that his mentor would side with Weasley.

Professor Snape sighed and rubbed his face with both his hands. He looked up again at the boys.

“Draco, its common knowledge that your mother and father tried to have a baby for five years before they conceived you. They tried spells, potions, but I rather think it was luck that finally got them pregnant. It’s in the Malfoy blood. The same Veela bloodline that gives you your…appeal also makes it hard to conceive,” he said quietly.

“Well, if that were true, then I wouldn’t have gotten knocked up the first time I had unprotected sex, would I?” said Draco still firmly in denial.

Snape snorted.

“Draco, Iht pht point out that your…partner in this venture was a Weasley,” he said, glaring at Ron.

“And your point is?” replied Draco, starting to grind histh. th. He didn’t like the direction this conversation was taking.

“The Weasley Clan has been known for generations as being particularly…fertile, as evidenced by the hoards of Weasleys that Hogwarts faces each generation--- much to our despair,” said Snape, producing another chilling sneer.

Ron started to stir in his chair.

“Sit still, Mr. Weasley,” hissed Snape.

Ron immediately stopped fidgeting.

Snape picked up a paperweight and turned it over and over in his hand.

“Well?” Draco said irritably.

Snape sighed and put down the paperweight.

“Draco,” aid aid gently. “This particular confluence of events, as unlikely as they may have been, may have provided you with your one chance to become a parent. I just thought you should be aware of this before you took any…action.”

Draco paled. His head felt light.

Ron reached over and tried to take Draco’s hand.

Draco jerked his hand away.

“Don’t you touch me, you red-headed muggle-loving sorry excuse for a wizard! Don’t you even come near me for the rest of your miserable life or I’ll turn you into a flobberworm,” Draco hissed as he stood up shakily.

Ron sprung to his feet.

“It’s my baby, too,” he started to say.

Draco whipped his wand out of his robes.

“Expelliarmus!” shouted Snape. Draco’s wand flew into his hand.

“I’ll just keep this, Mr. Malfoy, until you cool down. I would suggest you give some thought to what we discussed,” said Snape somberly.

Draco started to speak but found he couldn’t form words. He’d kill Weasley with his bare hands, but later, when his head of house wasn’t around.

Ron backed away from the murderous expression in Draco’s silver eyes. The mother of his child was a mite upset.

Draco stormed out of the office slamming the door so hard that the picture on Snape’s desk shifted.

Ron turned and looked at Snape. They studied each other for a few moments.

“Thanks,” Ron said.

“Don’t thank me, Mr. Weasley. I didn’t do this for you. I only wanted Draco to know what the facts were. Now get out of my sight,” said Snape, rising and turning his back to Ron.

Ron moved in a semi-daze as he walked out of Snape’s office into the dungeon corridor. He was going to be a father. Draco was the mother. Blimey. How was he going to explain this to his parents?

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