Title: A Sweet Plan

Summary: Harry wants a child and he'll do anything for one, even drink a potion and sleep with the first man he can find.

Warnings: AU, Slash, Swearing, MPREG and always bottom!Harry

Pairing/s: Draco/Harry and others

THIS CHAPTER IS SMALL. OTHERS WILL BE LONGER. Next chapter should hopefully come tomorrow night.

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CHAPTER ONE: Letters.

Harry groaned and moved a little uncomfortably on his chair. He was getting much bigger then he had anticipated and it was becoming a lot more tiresome to do anything anymore. He knew in the long run what the consequences were and while he had little thought of them as he should have had, his mind had only been on the soon to be outcome. A child. His life had always been full of downfalls and to tell the truth, Harry had been sick and tired of it. He just wanted one good thing to happen to him. He had his fair share of romances that usually resulted in break ups and front pages of the Daily Prophet. His two best friends had moved on with their lives and had been married, making Harry feel even more left out then he once was. While he was sure they didn't mean it personally, Harry could tell he was not wanted.

The Boy-Who-Lived had looked at adoption and had come close to it too. There had been a little girl he adored named Samair, but in the end, Harry had wanted a child of his own. With no other choice, he had followed through with his last resort plan. The potion that made a man fertile. Of course, what he didn't know was that the potion mixed with a few butterbeers made him a little uneasy to the point he had no control of his actions. And there he was, having sex with a drunk Draco Malfoy like it was the last thing they would ever do. There was one thing that Harry would admit, only in secret though, and that was that it was the best shag he had ever had. Draco Malfoy had definitely known his stuff when it came to the bed.

The morning after, Harry had woken first and was out of there faster then Neville was out of potions class. Whether Malfoy knew that it was Harry he slept with was another story. And here the black haired man was, sitting at home alone staring at the mail Hedwig had brought. There was nothing really important, just the usual. However, there was one letter that had caught his attention. Marked with the seal from the Ministry of Magic, it had immediately sent him wondering. After Harry had defeated Voldemort, the Ministry had wanted little to do with Harry, not once contacting him. Seeing the letter now made Harry wonder if they had wanted him to do something else for them.

With slow movements that an eight month pregnant man could only do, Harry leaned across the table he was sitting at and received his glasses that he had hastily put down. Slipping them on, he turned the letter over and carelessly ripped the seal which opened the gold envelope.

Dear Mr Harry Potter,

How are you? Well I hope. Forgive me for not writing to you sooner, but being the head of the auror department is a very tiresome job. I am writing to a specific reason as you would have assumed. It seems our department is becoming low on aurors due to various misfortunate accidents. We have many cases coming in and not enough staff to investigate them in. That's why we would humbly ask you to take a position as an auror as offered to you through this letter. We would most appreciate having you on our team as your skills are legendary.

Yours faithfully,

Zacharias Smith.
Head of Auror Department

Was this the cue for Harry to laugh? Zacharias Smith, the chicken who ran from a battle with the Death Eaters, offering Harry Potter a job. Harry shook his head in amazement as he stood steadily. He wobbled inelegantly to the fire and through the letter in, snorting as he watched it burn with the wood.

"Seriously" Harry muttered as he moved back to the chair. He picked up his letters again and swiftly looked through them. One from Hagrid, one from Madame Pomfrey, one from Hermione once again asking where he was and the last one…Harry stopped, his eyes taking in the green ink written on the front, he had a feeling he knew who's handwriting that was. He had admired it all through school. Slowly and almost cautiously, Harry opened it, wondering if there was in a curse in it. But none was found.

Potter,

I know what you did. Come see me. Tonight. 12am. Entrance of Diagon Alley.

M.

Now, Harry was suddenly more afraid then he had ever been in his life. Knew what he did? Did he mean the baby?