Title: The Not So Perfect Plan

Author: Devil Subaru Chan

Pairing(s): HP/DM, one-sided OMC/DM, references to HP/OMC

Rating: M (for future chapters)

Warning(s): Mpreg, Flangst, Attempted humor, Past abuse (for the overall of the story)

Word count: 1 880

Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling.

Author's note: My first fan fiction in the HP fandom. Non-epilogue compliant.

Summary: Harry Potter had only wanted to get over his crush therefore he came up with a brilliant plan. To sleep with said crush, of course. What he had not counted on though, was the possibility of… fatherhood!?

Potter,

As much as I loathe having to waste my time writing a letter to your insignificant person, I have information of the outmost importance to notify you of. Do you remember Pansy's inauguration party that we both had the misfortune of attending? Not that you could forget since you were blessed with my excellent and most charismatic presence.

Unfortunately, that night, as you surely remember, I was slightly inebriated (or perhaps completely pissed...) and I foolishly allowed you in between my legs. And you did not have the decency to stick around the following morning which proves what I have been saying for years; that because of your lack of proper upbringing you do not have the most basic idea of common courtesy. But it was for the best, I assume. Lest you wanted me to hex your bollocks off. As...entertaining as that was, I find myself in a predicament. I am pregnant Potter. And yes I do mean PREGNANT, up the duff, enceinte, with child. Understand? Yes? Doubtful.

Now, if the news of your impending fatherhood has not sent you crashing to the floor and you are in fact wondering why I bothered sending you this letter, I shall clarify that I am not seeking any sort of aid, economical or otherwise. I am perfectly capable of taking care of my child on my own. I have a respectable employment and my income is good. In other words I do not need your help. I am simply not as heartless as people seem to believe I am. I do admit –if only to myself and you apparently- that you have the right to know that in less than six months there will be a Malfoy/Potter in this world.

I decided to wait until after the first trimester to inform you of our bundle of joy. Had something gone wrong in those first three months there would have been no reason for you to know of the pregnancy.

If you want me to keep you informed of the baby's health simply answer this letter if not then just pretend that you never received it. I'm fine with either outcome. My only request is that you do not seek me. If something needs to be said let it be said in a letter. I'm already over the morning sickness and I would hate it if comes back because I had to look at your appalling face once more.

Hoping that this news caused your imminent death,

Draco L. Malfoy,

P.S.: If you have questions about male pregnancies then may I suggest you go to the library closest to you? Hint: The Malfoy Family and the Black Family would be a good start.

P.P.S.: And if you have doubts about this baby being yours... then shove those doubts up where the sun does not shine.

Harry felt his knees go weak and he allowed himself to fall on the couch while still clutching the letter. Malfoy-pregnant-with-HIS BABY! Oh Merlin! What was he supposed to do?

Harry rolled his eyes at Malfoy's dramatic writing style, despite himself - of course Malfoy was a bitch even in writing.

He had slept with Malfoy and it had been the best lay of his short life which did not appease the crush he had been harbouring for the bloody git for the past three years like he had been hoping. He thought that if he slept with him then that would be it. That was the plan he had carefully crafted. He had been stupid enough to think that after one incredible night with Malfoy he would get him out of his system. Of course, things were never easy for Harry. Now he yearned for more but he knew that Malfoy would never again allow him in between his legs.

Unfortunately (depending on how one wanted to see it), Harry found out that Malfoy wasn't as bad as he made himself out to be, which made him all the more appealing in his eyes. It wasn't all physical anymore or at least he didn't think it was.

He wanted more, a lot more and he wasn't sure Malfoy would simply nod his pretty little head and fall back to bed with him and perhaps, maybe stay there forever.

During the party, he had seen another side to Malfoy that he had never seen before. And he found himself enjoying his smart mouth and quirky comments. They hardly talked all evening, yet he found himself following the other man's every move.

During the trials, Harry found out that Malfoy had been helping the Order of the Phoenix, or more precisely, his godfather, Severus Snape, since Tom Riddle's return. It was for his own selfish reasons, or so he had said. He had wanted to avoid his fall from grace, as he knew would happen after Voldemort's demise, if he happened to be on the wrong side of the war. Draco Malfoy had done a lot of good for the Light, regardless of his reasons for doing it and it came at high personal cost.

It was true that Harry had left Malfoy to wake up alone in that hotel room. It wasn't because he didn't want to stay but Harry had felt so possessive of him, that it scared him. And Malfoy was probably not going lay back and allow Harry to claim him again.

He had never felt that kind of possessiveness towards anyone. He dreaded to think that the irritating git would end up in someone else's bed. Just the fleeting thought made him want to strangle the faceless stranger.

He had another problem though. Malfoy was going to have his baby. Harry didn't know if he should be scared or overjoyed. They were both too young to be parents, the horrors of the war still too fresh in their minds. They hardly got along and Malfoy didn't live in England anymore. No one knew exactly where he lived when he wasn't working. He travelled the world, never staying in one place for more than a couple of months at a time.

Could he and Malfoy have a life together? Raise a child together? Would Malfoy even want to? Harry wanted to try. He wouldn't mind although as friends first. They could date and they might actually have a lot more in common than the school they went or the baby that was on the way.

Malfoy had offered to give him all the information he wanted regarding the health of the baby but he didn't want him near. That was just not on. If Harry was going to be a father then he would be a father in every sense of the word. He didn't want to receive a letter, ever so often, telling him how his child was doing.

"HERMIONE! RON!" Harry stepped through the floo, on an unsteady footing, into his best friends' living room. Much to Molly's displeasure they hadn't gotten married yet but they were living together in a nice little flat perfect for the two of them.

Ron and Hermione came rushing through the kitchen door, looking slightly frantic. Without bothering to greet them he slammed to letter on the coffee table and said, "Read this."

They took the letter and began reading.

"Oh my, Harry," squeaked Hermione. She looked at the letter again and back at Harry. "Harry James Potter how could you be so reckless, so..so." She was at loss for words. "You promised you were going to leave Malfoy alone, didn't you? Harry, you were the one who said that you didn't want to try anything with Malfoy. Now look at this mess. You're going to be a father and you don't even know if Malfoy is in this continent or the next. And since you're here, I assume that there is no doubt in your mind that the baby is yours...right?"

"Mione, not to be rude or anything, but I didn't come here for a lecture. I-I need help. And yeah, I'm very sure that it's mine. But I don't know what to do." Harry furrowed his brows. "Well, I do but I don't know how. Malfoy made it painfully obvious that he doesn't want me near. And as for leaving him alone... Well you see, I talked to Ginny and she said that sleeping with Malfoy might help me get over him. She said and I quote: "Since you're probably lusting after his luscious body, why not have one delicious night of passion with him and get it over with." He flushed when he finished that sentence.

"Oh for the love of- of all the idiotic things to suggest and coming from Ginny, no less," muttered Hermione under her breath but loud enough for Harry to hear.

Ron, who was slightly green, sank on the couch. "Mate, you had sex with Malfoy. You shoved it so far up his ass that you knocked him up," Ron said, clearly scandalized at the prospect of his best mate doing improper things in a bedroom with Malfoy.

Hermione hit him upside the head. "Ouch, what was that for?!" he yelped.

"That was for being so crude, Ronald." She gave him a nasty look.

"I'm not even sure how that happened!" cried Harry, as he sat down on the sofa.

Ron opened his mouth. "I know the technicalities, Ron." He glared at him and Ron snickered. "I mean I doubt Malfoy was taking fertility potions, right?"

"Maybe you should take his advice and visit a library," Ron suggested with a shrug.

"I can look into that if you want but-" Hermione looked at the letter again. Ron and Harry could practically hear the wheels spin in Hermione's head. "-do you want to be near him, Harry? Do you want to be involved? Do you want a relationship with Draco Malfoy or do you simply want to able to be near the baby all the time? I know you've had a crush on him for the longest of times now and it's not just physical attraction, Harry. Regardless of whatever erroneous conclusion you and Ginny came up with. But..."

Harry blushed. Of course his friends would know about that even if he had never told them about it.

"Yes, I do like him, guys. I think. I'm not sure, it's just so fucking confusing. There is something; I feel something. But I'm not sure a relationship with him would work. You read the letter. He thinks he'll be sick again if he sees me. He-he obviously doesn't like me." Harry gave a sad dejected smile to his friends.

He wasn't entirely sure why he felt sadden by the fact the Malfoy wanted him to stay far away from him. "I don't want to force him to be near me if he doesn't want to. Much less force him to come back to England again when he undeniably doesn't want to."

Hermione had a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Yes, you're right; Malfoy doesn't want to come back here. But if given the appropriate incentive, he just might. If you want Malfoy, we'll get him for you. But you have to be sure of what you want Harry. Remember, there's a baby involved now."

TBC...

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