Disclaimer: Harry Potter and his associates are all belong to JK Rowling, Bloomsbury and Scholastics; not me. I just play around with the amazing characters she created. No copyright infringement intended and of course, no profit made.

Warning: More or less an AU fic. Slash. Ginny bashing. MPreg. Might include some lemon in later chapters.

A/N: This is the first time I play with existing fictional characters in my fic. So I hope readers don't go too hard on me. (Re-upload)

"I'm what?"

"Pregnant,"

"I think I heard you wrong. What is it once again?"

"Pregnant, Mr Potter. You don't hear me wrong,"

"Nope. Maybe you don't understand my question. What exactly happens to me?" Harry asked again for the third time.

"Pregnant, Mr Saviour. Pregnant. As in you are carrying a baby inside you. Or do you need me to spell the word for you; just in case you need to refer to some muggle dictionary?"

Harry shifted his eyes to a lanky, blonde man beside him. Healer McMillan knew he was seeking another confirmation if what he was told was indeed was what he was thinking. But just like Harry, Draco too was in utter shock. His mouth was slightly open, trying to say something but no words came out.

"Mr Malfoy, are you alright?" the young healer in her 30s asked.

She let out a small chuckle. There, sitting on the chairs in front of her desk was two young men whom she thought was the loveliest couple in wizarding community – Harry Potter, the Saviour and Draco Malfoy, the man who was unexpectedly a good person. She had encountered similar situation many times in her healing experience and she enjoyed every bit of it. They were kind of sweet – at least that was what she thought – seeing couples lost their words over pregnancy news. And she was so sure that anyone would pay her galleons to witness her memories in the pensieve; considering the raven and the blonde were both big names in their society.

Draco blankly nodded. His eyes finally met with Harry's. Judging from their expression, Healer McMillan knew both of them were worried sick. Maybe it was regarding the normal things – is male pregnancy actually possible, how people are going to accept them or how to raise a kid without a woman. So patiently, she started explaining things to them. She knew none of them could actually digest the information she was giving but she barely mind of that. If they needed help, Harry and Draco will seek for her in near future.

After few long minutes, she waved them goodbye. She scrabbled few words on yellow parchment and gave them before they left the room. It was a great day indeed! She received her promotion letter just before lunch that day; and towards dinner, she found out The Boy Who Lived Twice was expecting with The Dead Hot's baby. So when Harry and Draco disappeared from her sight, she grabbed a mirror and waved few spells on her hair. If the news travelled fast enough, she needed to look good when Daily Prophet asked her for an interview while leaving for her dinner date. Or maybe she should cancel the plan. She didn't think her fiancé would be please with the attention they might receive that night.

Little that Healer McMillan knew, the first sentence Draco spoke when they were outside the room was definitely not a pleasant one.

"Fuck, Harry. We are so doomed now,"

And Harry Potter stared at him, his hand nervously touching his own belly and nodded in agreement.

A few months back...

Draco was walking back and forth in his living room. After some time, he stopped and watched Harry who was fidgeting in his chair. His eyes scrutinized every movement the auror was making; trying to read his thought. Apparently, his Legilimency skills didn't work well whenever the young raven made his appearance.

Harry froze when he caught Draco's eyes. His cold grey stares felt like small needles being poked in every parts of him.

"So, Malfoy. How?" asked Harry.

Draco shook his head and continued pacing. He gave no answers to Harry's question. Instead, he mumbled things he himself couldn't understand. Then he stopped again; trying to produce word but to no avail.

"Malf... Draco... please,"

"I'm still thinking, Potter." After a while, Draco let a deep sight and threw himself on the settee situated near the fireplace. "Why me?"

"Because you are Draco Malfoy and I am Harry Potter?"

"Are you answering me or giving me question?"

"Both?"

"Potter, you are not helping,"

Harry smiled; and that was not helping either. Draco had to admit Harry had a very warm smile. His lips were thin and he had tasted it before. Sweet. Warm and sweet. It made him wondered sometimes; why Harry had never made it into the Witch Weekly's Charming Smile list. Then it occurred to him Harry must have been abusing his fame by threatening the editors not to include his name. Knowing the man's true nature for about four years now solidified the arguments – Harry Potter hated mushy things. Draco studied Harry's face one last time. He sensed the man was trying not to break their eye-contact. He was being serious.

"Fine," Draco stood from where he sat. "Let's do it. Until when?"

"Until you say stop, but I hope you it won't be the case for at least three months maybe?"

"Why three?"

"Because two months is the time for Ginny needs to confirm I'm bent. The extra one month is... let's just say it was time for the wizarding world to calm down,"

"You mean my father,"

"Sort of. So, you okay with it?"

Draco sighed again. Harry's idea of faking this whole relationship seemed reasonable enough for him. Harry needed to run away from Ginny's obsession and he needed to provide reason why he was going to decline the marriage proposal with The Greengrass.

"So when do we start?" asked Draco.

"Tomorrow. Ginny already set the place to see the man who stole my heart," said Harry sheepishly.

Draco cringed at Harry's words.

"Seriously? The man who stole your heart?"

"That was what she said, not me!"

"Fine, Potter. The next day after, you are going to see my father. Explain to him how I stole your heart,"

Harry laughed.

"But Draco, you need to stop calling me Potter. You stole my heart, remember?"

Draco laughed too. He loved that part of Harry's. As much as he hated him during their early years at Hogwarts, deep inside he liked how Harry got back at him, especially after the war. He was one of those people who didn't really mind he was an ex-death eater.

"Alright, sweetheart," Draco called him lovingly. He moved towards him who was now looked very astonished. He put his hand on the raven shoulder. Slowly, he let his lips wandered near Harry's ears and whispered; "Now why don't you get out of my house before I started acting like a real boyfriend before tomorrow, my love."

Harry immediately rose up from his chair and made his way to the fireplace, pushing Draco aside. Draco was giggling with his hands in his pocket; trying not to lose himself. He had just made Harry blushed which he knew the latter wasn't pleased with. But he didn't care.

Before Harry flooed himself, he called Draco one last time. "Draco,"

The blond raised his eyebrows.

"Thank you,"

"Yeah... yeah... I'm awesome that's why. Thanks for admitting that Pott... Harry,"

"Since when did I adm–"

"Go away! I'm going to see you a lot for the next three months at least. Let me breath tonight without a git like you,"

Harry laughed it off before green flame blazed from the fireplace. Harry was gone. And Draco's knee felt so wobbly that he felt on the floor. And just like that, Draco's laugh echoed in the room. He was so fuck up now.

The meeting with Ginny went well. By 'well' Draco meant he was still alive; Harry seconded that. Harry decided it would be best if Draco appeared later. He, of course, was against it; saying it made him looked like a coward for having Harry testing the water. "I'm Draco Malfoy, Harry!" that was what he said. Somehow the raven managed to convince him though; or probably it was the lips that did the thing.

Come to think of it, he kind of regretted for not following the initial plan, but he was not going to make the fact known to Harry. Draco was sitting at the table near the counter. He was supposed to wait for the signal; but when he saw Ginny tried to hold Harry's hand and the latter pulled away, he knew Harry needed him. Harry seemed surprised to see him much earlier than expected but it was obvious he was relieved. Draco didn't even stand a chance to sit and talk when Ginny threw her infamous Bat-bogey Hex to him. It was lucky Harry was fast enough to pushed Draco away. The hex hit the wizard behind him instead – unfortunate to him, not to Draco.

The next thing he knew Ginny was screaming so loud and more hexes were thrown at him. Harry did his best to shield Draco but few slashing spells hit the latter on his torso. The wizard with bats flying out of his nose was sensible enough to cast Expelliarmus on Ginny. Harry muttered quick thanks before Apparating with the injured Draco to his house.

"My suit! Damn Weasel Girl," Draco murmured when Harry took off the ripped black sleek coat and the shirt underneath it off him. The raven then sat Draco on the settee near the fireplace.

"Seriously? Your suit? For Merlin's sake, Draco; you're bleeding!" Harry scowled at him.

"Calm your ass, Potter... I mean, Harry. Damn why on earth your name is Harry? Why can't your parents named you Potter James Potter? Much easier for me to call you,"

Harry pushed the gauze used to cover his injury hard. He stared at Draco in disbelief.

"Ouch! What was that for?"

"Draco my love, shut up and let me fix you,"

Draco hissed at the cold piercing sensation from the Dittany Essence. When the wound was completely healed, Harry patted the area. "Do you still feel the pain?"

Draco shook his head. He then grabbed his discarded shirt and trying to put it on again.

"What are you doing?" Harry stopped his hand.

"Wearing my shirt? Or you prefer me looked half naked?" a devious smirk carved on his lips.

He saw Harry gulped and shifted uncomfortably. "No. The shirt is dirty. Put on something clean,"

"And do you have that 'something clean'? This is not my house, Harry."

"Kreacher!" an old elf appear before them. When he noticed Draco, he immediately bowed so low that his head touched the floor. "Can you please take some clean cloth for Draco from his home?"

"Sure Master. Draco Malfoy, sir, which one should I fetch for you?"

"Harry, I'm going back tonight. No need for the hassle,"

"Nope, you're staying. That leg of yours – even when it looks perfectly normal – is going to need some mending too. Unless you want to suffer the pain alone, I don't mind you going back home." Harry stood and picked the dirty clothes before levitating them to the washing room. He then headed to the kitchen. "Tea?"

"Coffee. I'll stay then. You can cook, am I right?"

"Yeap,"

"Great! Make me a dinner. By the way Kreacher, my pyjama at the upper side of the cupboard will do. And take the black suit on the hanger stand too. I'm gonna need it tomorrow,"

With a faint pop sound, the elf disappeared from the sight. He tried to stand up before fell on the settee, scrunching his face.

"Told you already. You need mending,"

"And when are you going to do that?"

"I'm not going to do it. I can't do fix it well without breaking your bones. Hermione will. She'll be here later."

"Why don't you just call her now?"

"She's working, Draco. It's not like she would leave her work even if I told her I broke my leg." Harry said leisurely while scanning his food storage. "Plus, you asked for dinner. Thanks to you I don't have the chance to taste my spaghetti at the Gellen's before,"

"Fine," Draco laid back. "I supposed Granger knew everything then,"

"Yeap. I came out with the idea and she agreed. I'd like to think she said I have her full support although if I remember well, she forgot how to talk for hours when I told her the plan,"

Of course Hermione gave you her full support – Draco thought. It was the little sneaky business he had with her weeks ago that probably made Hermione agree with the decision.

The next day, Draco departed to the Malfoy Manor with Harry. His leg was now fully healed. Hermione didn't talk much when she arrived yesterday, except she did point out Ginny needed to fix her anger while casting few charms on his leg. When she found out they were going to meet Draco's parents the very next day, her eyebrows frowned. "You need to take this that far?" she asked. Draco knew the question was actually for him but Harry answered it instead. He avoided Hermione meaningful glare and focused on his meal instead.

Before she flooed back, she said one last thing; "Be careful, both of you. Now I saw what happened to Draco, I'm not sure if this is working according to the plan anymore. I'll be here again tomorrow. Just in case Harry needs to grow his skeleton. Good luck meeting Lucius."

They both chose to Apparate rather than using the Floo. When Harry reached the front door, he couldn't hide his nervousness. Draco assured him everything will go well. After few knocks, Narcissa greeted them cheerfully. Too cheerful that it made both of them creep out. She led them to the sitting room where Lucius was waiting, sitting on his majestic dragon skin wingback chair. Lucius threw the morning paper before them. Draco took it and he showed Harry. They were both on the front page. Someone from Daily Prophet must had been there capturing every scene they created. 'Breaking: Brawl for Potter between Malfoy and Weasley' was the headline. Great, who the hell came with such lame phrase?

As expected, Lucius did throw hexes on Harry. Most of them missed him by inch, but Draco can't help thinking it was intentionally done so to scare the man off. Too bad, Harry was pretty good pretending he was cool with it; barely flinch when Stinging Spell was casted. Draco in the other hand was in opposite reaction. He looked to his mother who was calmly sipping her morning coffee, silently asking for help, but she apparently preferred to sit back and enjoy the situation. At the end, Draco conjured Shielding Charm between Harry and his father, risking himself being hexed by the boiling man; in case it turned out as what Hermione was expecting.

It took hours to convince Lucius that they were madly in love with each other. And of course The Greengrass had to be there that day. Turned out Lucius had owled them beforehand so that the house would be merrier with more people involved. Astoria joined Narcissa at the dining table; not caring what was going to happened to her supposed-fiancé-to-be.

How should he describe it? Messy? Loud? Out of control? No, it was beyond that. He was shouting, Lucius was shouting, and so did The Greengrass couple. The scene almost turned disaster before Harry intervened the bickering. All of them were silent when Harry stood and put his Gryffindor's mask on.

"I'm so sorry, Mr Malfoy, Mr and Mrs Greengrass; but I love this young man and I knew he loves me too. Astoria won't be happy if she weds him," Astoria nodded in agreement at the table and Draco was caught off guard with her cool nature. "And if you guys need proof, I can give you one; although I'm not sure if you can be convinced with this."

Harry then turned to the frozen Draco and clung to the blonde's neck. That was the most incomprehensible moment for Draco. He could feel Harry's lips on his again. The sensation was different when they had the accidental kiss few years back. This time, it was subtle. Sweet, warm and subtle. Subconsciously, Draco kissed him back. His hands travelled on Harry's back. He could feel Harry was tightening the lock around his neck by kissing him deeper. Soon, they played with their tongue and Draco pushed himself to Harry so that they both crushed into the settee. When Harry pulled back from the kiss, he took moments to stare at Harry's green eyes. They were indeed beautiful as claimed by the papers.

On the other side of the room, Narcissa purposely threw the cup she was holding onto the floor to diffuse the tension and tried hard to hide her smirk. Only then Draco realized the eyes that were set on them, witnessing something he himself couldn't believe had happened. He immediately straightened his suits and offered his hand to Harry to stand up again. They were all blushed; embarrass. Her mother was chuckling alongside Astoria.

"Ehemmm... so, Father,"

"I've seen things I shouldn't see because Mr Potter here thought I need to see it," said Lucius.

Harry turned redder.

"Go away, Draco. I'll settle this with them for you,"

"But Lucius, you said..." Mr Greengrass interrupted him.

"I took it back, Canes. I'll compensate the loss you had for the preparation. I'll give more if your daughter doesn't mind."

"It's fine, Mr Malfoy." Astoria stood from the table and made her way beside her father. "You don't have to give more. I don't want anything back either actually. I'm sure my father has his own say for sure; but I really don't care how both of you are going into the settlement. If you don't mind, I'd like to excuse myself first. Sorry if this sound rude but I have good news to share with Callum." Then she moved near Draco, whispering loud enough for him and Harry to hear. "Thanks, Draco. Both of you are lovely. Don't mess this up with your Slytherin's tricks. And Potter, you should tone down your Gryffindor's pride too. It takes two to tango, Mr Saviour."

Just like that, Astoria Greengrass vanished in the green flame. Her mother followed not long after with series of nonstop babbling, leaving Mr Greengrass dumbfounded alone in the room.

A few weeks after that were strenuous for them. Minus the in-depth interrogation by Ron Weasley and few of Draco's friends, they had to deal with the immense interest from the wizarding community. Harry had to put up more wards around Grimmauld Place but for the purpose of not having Ron suddenly barged in demanding more explanation, Harry finally decided to move in with Draco. Everything went great. There were few glitches, but they covered it up well. Draco finally ended his winning streak on Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award, only to be given another title-Morgana-knew-for-how-long: Witch Weekly's Sweetest Boyfriend Award, which he held for about three weeks in a row now. Harry undoubtedly used the chance to tease him non-stop.

And few months later, they finally worked the relationship just fine. Reporters slowly walked away from them. Time to time, they would hear camera clicked around them but nothing was excessive. Harry had started to enjoy Draco's company during meal times and the latter had started to expect the former to suddenly appear in his apothecary nearing the closing time.

Then one day George appeared in front of door giving invitation to his engagement party. Harry promised they would attend considering Ginny won't be there and that was the first big mistake he made. The second one was when he gladly accepted more offer to drink more firewhiskey and the muggles beer at the party. The third one was when Draco did nothing to stop Harry. The forth was when Draco too, indulged himself to the strong flavour of the drinks. The fifth and the last one was when both of them were too drunk to notice George was slipping a bright blue liquid into both of their drink. When the feast ended, both of them flooed back using the last conscious energy they had.

The next thing Draco remembered was how attractive Harry looked in his unbuttoned stripes shirt. Harry too was too drunk to realize he had rested his head on Draco's shoulder on the couch. Draco cupped Harry's faced and kissed him the way he was kissed back at Malfoy Manor. After that, they both found themselves stripping in Draco's room. Draco was on top of Harry. Harry was spreading his legs. They both moaned. They both felt pleasure they had never felt before. And they drifted away without any memories of the night.