The Prefect\'s Baby

I Moved this Story To the MPREG Section because the story is more about the relationship that is a result of the preg. than it is about the relationship itself. I figure if someone really liked the story they\'d be able to find it.


Disclaimer: JKR owns the Harry Potter Universe.

Warnings: No HBP spoilers...at all!
Deals with MalePreg as a result of rape.

Every morning he would wake up not only feeling queasy but sweating from the memories that plagued his nightmares, memories of a night earlier that August, and the morning of August thirty-first was no exception. It was early, very early, too early to get up even though he had to be at Kings Cross in London that morning, too early even though he still had some packing to do. His mother would still be asleep. Hell, the House elfs would still be asleep but poor Draco was not asleep. He was leaning over the toilet in one of his many private bathrooms at Malfoy Manor throwing up what little supper he had had the night before. This was the fourth morning in a row that Draco could have been found like this and it wouldn’t be the last.

Three weeks before, during a late night walk in Knockturn Alley, he had been attacked by a man. Draco did not recognize the man and the man for the most part didn’t say much except at the beginning when he said ‘this is for your father’s incompetence’ and afterwards as he hitched up his pants, ‘Hope you enjoyed that. It was courtesy of the Dark Lord.’

Draco sighed as he lifted his head from the toilet. He hadn’t wanted to believe it even after, a week after the ‘attack’, a big black crow flew into his bedroom window to give him a message. The message was short and disappeared as soon as Draco had read it but it had been quite clear and the words had been burned into his head:

Lucius will suffer to know that the new Malfoy Heir is the bastard byproduct of a complex potion and forced sodomy,
Signed,
The Dark Lord.

However, after what he had read in the books at Malfoy Manor in the last two weeks and what his body had been feeling like in the last he knew there was no denying it now, he was pregnant.

“Draco,” Narcissa, Draco’s mother, said at breakfast, “Eat dear. You haven’t eaten much lately. And this is your last proper meal until the feast at Hogwarts and you have Prefects duties, do you not?”

“Yes mother,” Draco said quietly staring at his plate of food, “I just haven’t been hungry lately. I don’t mean to worry you.”

“Does this have to do with your father?” Narcissa sighed.

Draco shook his head and he wasn’t lying. It didn’t have to do with his father, it didn’t even have to do with the fact that he might be…that he was…pregnant, it was more the fact that every time he felt the food go down his throat he was forced to remember a grimy sticky potion he had been forced to drink three weeks before. He was forced to think about the terror he felt as he was pushed up against the wall in Knockturn alley, and the struggle he put as the man slammed his head backwards and forced a liquid down his throat, a liquid that he found out later was a pregnancy potion, before raping him.

“I know it’s been hard on you Dray,” Narcissa continued, “but you must go on.”

Draco nodded and reluctantly picked up a piece of bacon though he did not put it in his mouth. He had not told his mother of the night in Knockturn alley and he refused to tell her. He loved his mother and he knew she had a lot going on right now without him adding to her burdens.


Draco got to London via Portkey and was escorted to Kings Cross by some of his parents’ friends. He attended the ritual Prefects meeting at the head of the train during the ride to Hogwarts where he exchanged some not so nice words with Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger of Gryffindor House, was hit in the nose by an angry looking Ernie Macmillan of Hufflepuff House, and got the strangest looks from his fellow Slytherin Prefect Pansy Parkinson when he didn’t fight back. I must think of the baby now, Draco had told himself. It was strange that he was now so protective over the child growing inside of him when only a week before he was trying to kill it. He had first contemplated suicide but felt guilty that he would leave his poor mother with yet another burden, she did not need her for only son to die, and so Draco quickly abandoned that idea and thought instead of aborting the child something that would have been easy to do if not for the constant reminders of his father. For, for as long as he could remember Draco’s father Lucius had constantly said: ‘Malfoy’s look out for their own, no matter what.’ ‘We cherish our children and obey our mothers.’ ‘A Malfoy must not dishonor the family name, a Malfoy must keep the family name respected by not doing anything that would be frowned upon but even more important than that a Malfoy must protect his or her family at any and all costs,’ and aborting his child would not be following his father’s rules and ‘Malfoy’s always follow the rules laid down by his or her father.’ So Draco knew that what was important now was to protect the child that was depended on him at any and all costs.

“Did uh, Did Malfoy seem a little off to you?” Hermione said as she sat down with Ron in the compartment in the Hogwart’s Express that their best friend Harry Potter had saved for them.

“Hmm, let me think….he called me a Poor Bastard, Harry a Scarhead, and you a Mudblood. So….No. Unfortunately Malfoy seemed as much of a prat as he usually is.” Ron smirked

“That’s not what I meant Ronald. He just seemed…different. Paler, and less ready to fight. Even Pansy noticed and she’s pretty thick.”

“Oh who cares Hermione? Like you said Parkinson’s noticed so she’ll take care of it. It’s not our business to worry about him, in fact, I HOPE he is sick or something then maybe he’ll die,” (“Ron!’) “and that will give us one last thing to worry about, don’t you agree Harry?”

“Completely.” Harry said.

“He’s our classmate Ron, it is our business.”

“Why do you care anyway?” Harry said, “he’s always making fun of Ron and me and he’s always calling you names. He threatened me last year in case you forgot and his father tried to KILL all of us.”

“What his father did has nothing to do with him, and he was upset when he threatened you I’m not saying that it was okay for him to do so but I can’t blame him.” Hermione said sternly.

“What about when he’s threatened you, Hermione?” Ron said.

“I don’t care! That’s all past, and even if he still feels that way about me it won’t make a difference because I am not like him. I do not wish him ill. I am better than that.”

“Is something the matter Draco?” Pansy asked worriedly in the train compartment that she, Draco, Blaise Zabini, Greg Goyle and Vincent Crabbe were sharing.

“Of course not.” Draco said coolly.

“Then why can’t we go mess with Potter?” Goyle complained, “Don’t you want to see them pay for what they did to us at the end of last year.”

“I know I do.” Said Crabbe.

“I told you!” Draco snapped, “We are not going to be messing with them this year.”

“But Why?” Blaise asked.

“Because Zabini, unless you are to stupid to have realized, which you very well may be, we are at war and we go to a school that is run by a man who believes that Potter is the key to winning. Dumbledore will not stand around and let us hassle Potter.” Draco explained. And even though that wasn’t the reason he had decided to not harass Potter that year it was still a good one.

“What about Macmillan?” Pansy said.

“What about him?”

“He hit you Draco!” Pansy screeched. She sounded like a vulture. “And you didn’t even insult him after.”

“I didn’t want to mess up my new robes.” Draco said.

”That’s never stopped you before.” Pansy said stubbornly.

“Just drop it Pansy.” Draco said forcefully and she did.


Mercifully there were not many first years that year, due to the war, so the Sorting went quickly. Slytherin got five new students, Gryffindor four, Hufflepuff six and Ravenclaw five. After the Sorting the annual Start-Of-Term feast got underway and everyone began excited talking about what they had done that summer which gave Hermione time to watch Draco Malfoy closely without attracting attention to herself.

Midway through the feast Hermione let out a great sigh and said, “Do you see? He’s not eating!”

“Who?” Harry frowned. He had been talking to Ron about some new Quidditch strategies he had hoped to try out that year.

“Malfoy!” Hermione said.

“Hermione, why are suddenly obsessed with Malfoy!” Ron sighed.

“I’m not obsessed. Just curious.”

“Curiosity killed the cat.” Harry said simply.

“Huh? What cat?” Ron frowned.

“Eat Draco.” Pansy said, at the Slytherin table, for what seemed like the tenth time since the Feast had started.

“What are you? My mother?” Draco snapped.

“No. But I do care for you.” Pansy said softly, “You’ve lost weight this summer, I can tell, you’re paler than usual and now you’re not eating. Something’s up. I know it.”

“Nothing is up, Pansy. And I’d appreciate it if you would just leave me alone. I can take care of myself you know.”

“Hey Malfoy,” Theodore Nott walked up behind Draco and Pansy, “Blaise was telling me you wanted to talk with me.”

Draco nodded, “Yes, I wanted to know if you were willing to take over some, perhaps all of my Prefect duties this year. Of course we’d tell Professor Snape and he’d get you a Prefect’s badge.”

“Oh Merlin! Now I know something is wrong!! You love being a Prefect Draco!!!” Pansy was yelling like a vulture again.

“Stop your screeching Pansy,” Theodore said, “But she has a point Malfoy. Everyone knows you’re a sadist. Besides if you aren’t a Prefect then you won’t be Head Boy, and we all know that’s what you want.”

“I’ll still be a Prefect. Just….we’ll both share light duty… I can find someone else if you don’t want the job.”

“Why are you doing this? And why are you asking me?” Theodore asked suspiciously.

“Because I want to concentrate on my N.E.W.T.S, I know they are not until next year but I feel that I should study ahead, and I know that you won’t be an embarrassment to Slytherin as a Prefect as I know some people,” Draco jerked his head toward Crabbe and Goyle who had carrots up their noses, “would be. There are perks to being a prefect you know. Staying up past curfew, having a giant bathroom, things like that. Oh, and for your information. I am not a sadist.”

“Alright. I’ll do it, but under one condition.”

“What is that?”

“I get to go out with Pansy.” Theodore smirked.

Draco snorted, “Sure, take her.”

“What?!” Pansy said incredulously, “I am not you’re property to give away Draco Malfoy! I can not be passed around like a sickle! I have feelings and….”

“Do you not like me Pansy?” Theodore pouted

“Oh, of course I do Theo and I would have said yes to going out with you if you had asked. I’m just saying that Draco does not have the right to dictate me.”

Severus Snape the Head of Slytherin House was highly surprised when Draco had come to him to ask if he could share his prefect’s duties with Theodore Nott. Draco had never liked to share anything, and Snape was pretty sure that Draco and Nott were not the closest of friends but he allowed the change anyway. Why not? After all Nott had been the runner up for the position.