Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its universe belong to J. K. Rowling

Notes: Here comes a series of extracts and muses.

This first one, can be read as a one-shot. Though I have to warn you, obviously, that I won't be extrapolating on this idea. I just needed to get it off my chest...and since there's a lot of ideas I need to get off my chest, I decided to post them all together to be used and abused, by you.

As is the case with much of my stories, this first ficlet is up for adoption or can be turned into a challenge in which case the following should be respected:

1. Mpreg is not a common occurence and is actually impossible.

2. Draco's condition is due to a potion mishap of a kind and as a result, Draco is neither of the 'male' nor of the 'female' gender.

3. the pregnancy, isn't an easy one since the male body isn't meant for it, and birthing should be impossible by natural means.

Warnings: slash, mpreg and implied abortion/miscarriage

The Strange and Impossible Pregnancy of Draco Abraxas Malfoy

"Mr. Potter, a word with you in private…"

The young healer stood awkwardly at the kitchen entrance, arms crossed over her notebook, lips pinched into a thin line, her long hair disheveled. She wore smears of blood and dirt on her face and clothes, the sole testament of the attack that occurred not two hours ago at St Mungus. Harry stood, ignoring the curious eyes following him out and led her upstairs towards Sirius's bedroom, abandoned now for over two years.

He sat down on the bed and motioned for her to do the same. She hesitated just a moment, gaze trailing over the dusty floor, the graying pictures that hung from the walls and finally towards him. Quickly, her eyes flicked up towards his forehead, and back down again.

Her hands shook lightly, clenching and unclenching around her middle, she was still reeling from the shock it seemed to him, and he wondered if mayhap, she would have preferred to stay at the ruins of the hospital and help the injured. As quickly as the thought had come to his mind, he dismissed it. The order had need of a healer as well.

"What is it?" he wondered. She startled a bit, focused on him again, instead of her surroundings, and cleared her throat.

"Mr. Malfoy asked me to take you into confidence." Harry nodded, she continued "Need I tell you that this conversation must remain between us?" she wondered. He shook his head.

Again she cleared her throat.

"He…" she started and hesitated again. "You are aware of the low birth rate amongst wizards, are you not?" at Harry's nod she continued.

"And you are aware of the importance of a male heir to carry on the name?"

"I gathered it was important, yes." The healer nodded, and took a deep breath.

"Of course…I-in 1959 the ministry licensed the use of a potion meant to change the gender of a new born …" she started carefully. "Its use was restricted of course, it was only allowed in cases were either parent proved to be unable to produce another child." Harry nodded in understanding.

"This potion was banned in 1982, because some of the recipients of the potion proved, at an adult age, to be infertile…amongst other side effects that could not be detected at an early age." She trailed off, looking uncomfortable.

"What kind of side effects?" Harry wondered, blood pounding in his ears. Somehow, he had a bad feeling about where this conversation was going.

"Chemical and psychological imbalances are the most frequent." Harry nodded.

"So…Draco-" she cut him off.

"The tests I conducted seem to indicate he was a recipient of the potion…we normally keep track of such children and have their files at St Mungus…I do not recall Mr. Malfoy to…have had such a file but…"

"Lucius Malfoy would make certain no one knew." Harry stated bitterly. Healer Abbey nodded.

"That is what I thought as well." She sighed.

"Mr. Malfoy's case is…not ordinary." Her brow furrowed. "The potion was either not brewed correctly or his body revolted against it…either way…while in all appearance he is a man…" she swallowed thickly. "He has the reproductive organs of both woman and man."

"Wha-"

"His female" she blushed, suddenly looking very young in the dim light of Siriur's bedchamber.

"ah...his female...parts are underdeveloped" she explained quickly "and though he lacks a proper uterus…he had his first…ovulation some 9 weeks ago. If not for the amount of testosterone in his body, this process should have happened much sooner, as it is, were he…a woman, he would be considered a late-bloomer."

"I…what? Are you telling me he had…his period?" She kneeled in front of Harry and took his hands into hers.

"No Mr. Pot-Harry" she sighed.

"I know this is difficult to accept and I honestly don't understand how it is even possible…magic has a way of its own, they say…" she smiled feebly.

"What…what I meant to say is that…that Mr. Malfoy, your...boyfriend?" he didn't correct her "should have had his first menstruation 8 weeks ago…but he didn't…he is expecting."

"Err…what?" his heart was hammering against his rib cage, he swallowed thickly...Surely this was some kind of joke.

He was too young, much too young, and…and Draco was a man! A boy, a boy just like him. Children, barely over 17 and in the middle of a fucking war…

This is not happening.

"…you must understand that this pregnancy is likely to be very difficult…his body is not made for carrying a child, and with no records on similar cases…"

This is not happening.

But she was neither laughing nor mocking him.

"We will need to monitor it very closely."

This is not happening.

Her lips were moving, he wasn't listening anymore; he stood.

"Mr. Potter…"

This is not happening.

"Mr. Potte-"

"uhm?" he said finaly.

This is not happening

"The recommended course of action would be to terminate this pregnancy as soon as possible."

"What?"

She cleared her throat, avoided his eyes.

"I…do not think the pregnancy to be viable."

And Harry thought, for one last time...

THIS IS NOT HAPPENING.

Tbc, see notes at the top of the page.