Author's Note: Sorry, I had some problems with the first chapter kind of feeling like it should go in the middle of the story. So, I put in this prologue so it makes a little more sense. This explains only a little, if you need more background to make the first chapter make sense let me know and I'll tweak it a little.
Summary: Harry and Draco have been together since fifth year, but when it becomes purely physical, Harry ends it. Draco finds out he is pregnant, and keeps it from Harry. Set 6 months after the baby is born.
Warning: MPREG- don't like, don't read. Rated M for naughty things in later chapters. This chapter has post-male birth scenes, nothing graphic though.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. At all. Ever. (okay, Diana is my brain-child, but that's it)
Draco Malfoy had seen many things in his lifetime, and most of them he wished he hadn't. But the sight before him, he would never want to forget.
Down on his chest, as he held her there with trembling hands, lay his newborn daughter. She was so small... She was only four minutes old, but Draco was sure he'd never seen anything more beautiful. There were tears streaming down his cheeks.
A well paid mediwitch was dealing with the afterbirth. Not just anyone could care for a Malfoy these days, much less care for and put up with a hormonal, pregnant Draco. She had been his mediwitch for several months, though he did not know her name. He was sure he was quite a sight, lying in bed holding his newborn child and looking like he had given birth. Well, he had, but no one outside his family need know that just then.
Her other father need never know about her. It seemed so simple then, to never tell him he had a daughter. A daughter that, now that he looked closely, looked quite like him.
She had dark hair, which was curling as it dried. It was silky to the touch, and her eyes were a deep emerald. Her skintone was slightly darker than his own, closer to her father's. He wondered idly if this made him her mother...
Back on the topic of her father, he wondered how he would explain it when people asked who her mother was or why she looked so different from him. She looked just like Harry Potter to him, probably to others as well.
Harry Potter. The bane of his existence. Could it be anyone but him who impregnated the sixteen year old? Of course not.
One has to wonder how it comes about, becoming pregnant by your enemy. Well, at the time they had not been enemies, far from it. Harry had made him promise when they got together in fifth year not to tell anyone about them, something about both of their reputations. Draco had gone along with it, half agreeing at the time. But it hadn't been physical at first, just... dating. They would meet every Saturday night in the astronomy tower or the Room of Requirement, just spending hours learning about each other. It had been on their one year anniversary, December 24th, that they had finally made it physical.
It was midway through March when Draco got pregnant, but he hadn't found out until a month later, after Harry broke up with him. Their relationship, which had once been loving and kind, had turned into a sexual tryst. Draco had clung to the remnants of the relationship as long as he could, but with Harry growing disinterested and more interested in others, he had no choice but to continue letting Harry ravage him. Harry had broken up with him in the first week of April, his obsession with the Weasley girl becoming too much for him to continue seeing Draco.
When he had found out he was pregnant, the first thing he did was disappear into the Room of Requirement, skipping classes, and had a good cry. The thirty some times he had tested with indicator potion did not lie. But he didn't want to believe it.
He was three months along before he told anyone, safely away from school where it could never reach his ears. He still wasn't sure what he wanted, but he did eventually realize that the baby was part of him and part of Harry, and it deserved to live even if Draco did not deserve to be a parent. But he had opted not to give the baby away for adoption purposes, instead growing more attached to it with each passing day.
And now he held his baby, his baby girl, in his arms at last. His mother approached him quietly with a tissue box. She set it on the edge of the bed and sat next to him on the bed, smiling at her granddaughter.
"Do you have a name yet?" She asked quietly, meeting his eyes. He nodded, looking at his baby's little face and knowing the name he chose was perfect.
"Diana," He said softly. "Diana Haven. Diana means 'heavenly', and Haven means 'a place of safety'," He said, and Narcissa smiled.
"That's a lovely name," She said. "She's beautiful, Draco. You did a good job," She said, reaching up brushing the back of her finger over Diana's cheek.
"She looks just like Harry," Draco commented, and Narcissa nodded after a moment. "It seems fitting," He nodded to himself. "You want to hold her?" He asked, and Narcissa nodded. She expertly took Diana from Draco's arms, taking the chance to examine her features closer. She did indeed look like Harry.
"Get some rest, Draco. She'll be here when you wake up," She assured him, kissing his forehead and standing carefully. She walked to her husband, who had only entered the room after Diana had been born.
Draco laid down, hoping he could actually rest in the wake of the miraculous event of Diana's birth.
Author's Note: Is that good? My stories tend to make no sense, I warn you, because most of it is in my head and I forget to put it down on paper(or in a word doc). I'm trying to get better, though. :) Anyway, thanks to all who reviewed, it was very helpful. Thanks in advance to anyone who reviews, anyone who reviews more than once will get a more specific thanks in the second chapter.